There was a fine rose on her cheek, and her eyes were large and happily illumined.
"How well you look!" broke from him with an involuntariness he was alarmed to realise as almost spiteful.

The words were an actual exclamation which he had not meant to utter, and Emily Walderhurst even started a trifle and looked at him with a moment's question.
"But you look well, too," she answered.

"Palstrey agrees with both of us.

You have such a colour." "I have been riding," he replied.

"I told you I meant to know Faustine thoroughly before I let you mount her.