Since then Euphrosyne had grown a little white and piteous, and there had been whisperings and shakings of the head amongst the grown-ups who were fond of her.
Well, well; he supposed Eugenie would give him some notion of the way things had gone.

As to her--his charming, sweet-natured Eugenie!--it comforted him to remember the touch of resolute and generally cheerful stoicism in her character.

If a hard thing had to be done, she would not only do it without flinching, but without avenging it on the bystanders afterwards.

A quality rare in women! * * * * * 'Papa!--is the carriage there ?' It was her voice calling.

Lord Findon noticed with relief its even, silvery note.