She may have more good in her than you think." "Oh, humbug! don't I know her ?" "Well, at any rate she's a wonderful creature to hold her looks.

By George! how she _does_ hold out! You'd say, now, she wasn't more than twenty." "Yes; she understands getting herself up," said Danforth, "and touches up her cheeks a bit now and then." "She don't paint, though ?" "Don't paint! _Don't_ she?
I'd like to know if she don't; but she does it like an artist, like an old master, in fact." "Or like a young mistress," said Tom, and then laughed at his own wit.
Now, it so happened that John was sitting at an open window above, and heard occasional snatches of this conversation quite sufficient to impress him disagreeably.

He had not heard enough to know exactly what had been said, but enough to feel that a set of coarse, low-minded men were making quite free with the name and reputation of his Lillie; and he was indignant.
"She is so pretty, so frank, and so impulsive," he said.

"Such women are always misconstrued.

I'm resolved to caution her." "Lillie," he said, "who is this Danforth ?" "Charlie Danforth--oh! he's a millionnaire that I refused.