I admire that in man or woman--but you are so delicate, so refined, so gentle." Grace blushed and said, languidly, "For all that, I am an athlete." "An athlete, child ?" "Yes, sir.

Mr.Bartley took care of that.

He would never let me wear a corset, and for years he made me do calisthenics under a master." "Calisthenics ?" "That is a fine word for gymnastics." Then, with a double dose of languor, "I can go up a loose rope forty feet, so it was nothing to me to come down one.

The hedge was the worst thing; but my father was in danger, and my blood was up." She turned suddenly on the Colonel with a flash of animation, "You used to keep race-horses, Walter told me." The Colonel stared at this sudden turn.
"That I did," said he, "and a pretty penny they cost me." "Well, sir, is not a race-horse a poor mincing thing until her blood gets up galloping ?" "By Jove! you are right," said he, "she steps like a cat upon hot bricks.
But the comparison is not needed.

Whatever statement Mrs.Walter Clifford makes to me seriously is gospel to me, who already know enough of her to respect her lightest word.