How radiant she looks!" When Magdalen and Fay had departed, and Wentworth had seen them to the carriage, he came back and sat down by Michael.
"Not over-tired ?" he said, smiling self-consciously, and poking holes in the turf with his stick.
"Not in the least." "She was looking a little pale to-day." It was obvious that he wished to talk about Fay.
"She is more beautiful than ever," said Michael, willing to give his brother a leg-up.
"Isn't she!" said the affianced lover expansively.

"But it isn't her beauty I love most, it is her _character_.

She is so feminine, so receptive, so appreciative of the deeper side of life, so absolutely devoted.

Her heart has been awakened for the first time, Michael.

She has, I feel sure, never been loved before as I loved her." "I imagine not." "I can't believe she ever cared for the Duke.