Well, give me my flesh and blood lover, and I'll leave all the Sir Herberts and Valentines to you--if you can find them.' 'I don't want them,' said she.

'I'll be satisfied with flesh and blood too--only the spirit must shine through and predominate.

But don't you think Mr.Huntingdon's face is too red ?' 'No!' cried I, indignantly.

'It is not red at all.

There is just a pleasant glow, a healthy freshness in his complexion--the warm, pinky tint of the whole harmonising with the deeper colour of the cheeks, exactly as it ought to do.