Your whole face was changed, you pet!" "Did I look so like a fool, Anne ?" Ethelrida cried.
Then Lady Anningford laughed happily, as she answered with a roguish eye, "It was not exactly that, darling, but your dear cheeks were scarlet, as though they had been exquisitely kissed!" "Oh!" gasped Ethelrida, flaming pink, as she laughed and covered her face with her hands.
"Perhaps he knows how to make love nicely--I am no judge of such things--in any case, he makes me thrill.

Anne, tell me, is that--that curious sensation as though one were rather limp and yet quivering--is that just how every one feels when they are in love ?" "Ethelrida, you sweet thing!" gurgled Anne.
Then Ethelrida told her friend about the present of books, and showed them to her, and of all the subtlety of his ways, and how they appealed to her.
"And oh, Anne, he makes me perfectly happy and sure of everything; and I feel that I need never decide anything for myself again in my life!" Which, taking it all round, was a rather suitable and fortunate conviction for a man to have implanted in his lady love's breast, and held out the prospect of much happiness in their future existence together.
"I think he is very nice looking," said Anne, "and he has the most perfect clothes.

I do like a man to have that groomed look, which I must say most Englishmen have, but Tristram has it, especially, and Mr.
Markrute, too.

If you knew the despair my old man is to me with his indifference about his appearance.

It is my only crumpled rose leaf, with the dear old thing." "Yes," agreed Ethelrida, "I like them to be smart--and above all, they must have thick hair.