But matters explained themselves after I'd seen him two or three times walking about with a very fine-looking female party.

Mr.Robinson was a bachelor, his age I dare say about forty, with handsome whiskers, and one of those voices that show breeding in a man; ay, and the humblest ear that hears 'em recognizes them.

I didn't take much notice of _her_, though I reckoned her large black eyes the beautifullest I had ever beheld in a female countenance.

She seemed young--not more than eight-and-twenty--with what they call a fine figure, though, speaking for myself, I never had much opinion of small waists.

Give me _bong poine_, as my old master, Sir Arthur Jones, used to say; and he ought to have known, for he had been studying female beauty for eighty year, and died, I reckon, of it.
"I considered it to be a case of courting, for she was a lady; there was no mistaking that; she held her head up like one, and dressed as real ladies do, expensively but plainly--ay, old Jacob knows; he didn't go yachting for years for nothing.