"I 've only had the one dress." "The marvel of it," I interrupted ardently.

"You look as though you had just come from the dressing-table." "You do not think so!" "But I do; still, it may be a case where love is blind." The fresh color swept into her cheeks.
"That is the only explanation possible, I am sure.

See how the skirt is stained, and the lace ruffle is almost torn off." "Oh, well, don't worry; the Lieutenant has lost his natty appearance also.

Some villain slashed his coat its full length.

However, I accept your offer." She ministered to me with womanly gentleness, parting the matted hair, and cleansing the wound with water.