She wore the regulation chignon, golden brown in her case, her eyes were blue, her lips rosy and sweet, her face fair as the lilies and roses of summer.

They had all been brought up after the same pattern; they all knew exactly what to say in every case and how to say it.

As a matter of course, and not, it is to be feared, because he felt the least inclination, Basil asked the young lady to dance, and Miss Nellie, with the prettiest pink flush on her cheek, consented.
She talked about the rooms, the opera, the archduke, until Basil almost groaned aloud.

There was his beautiful queen, with her face full of poetry and her eyes of love.

Yet if he could but have had both hearts, he would have seen that pretty, simple Nellie Masham, who talked innocent little commonplaces to him, was worth a thousand of such women as Lady Amelie Lisle.