They are the most dangerous kind.

Of course, a robber who looked it would be arrested on sight." "But he is very good-looking," insisted the younger woman, who had, in the meantime, taken a second glance at Keith, who pretended to be immersed in a book.
"Well, so much the worse.

They are the very worst kind.

Never trust a good-looking young stranger, my dear.

They may be all right in romances, but never in life." As her companion did not altogether appear to take this view, the old lady half turned presently, and taking a long look down the other side of the car, to disarm Keith of any suspicion that she might be looking at him, finally let her eyes rest on his face, quite accidentally, as it were.