I was not prepared for this grace; this young ladyhood--'cette taille de palmier,'" she added, with a little sweep of the hand.
Somehow I was not pleased to feel that Richard had talked of me to her, though I liked it that he had talked of her to me.

No doubt she saw it, for I was lamentably transparent.

"Do you lead a quiet life, or have you many friends ?" she said, as if she did not know exactly the kind of life I led, and as if she had not come for the express purpose of helping me out of it, at the instance of her kindly brother.

Then, of course, I told her all about my dull days, and she pitied me, and said lightly it must not be, and I must see more of the world, and she, for her part, must know me better, etc., etc.

And then she went away.
In a few days, I went with Ann Coddle, in a carriage, to return the visit.