'I see nothing particularly nice about her.'
'But she's wonderfully handsome, isn't she?'
'Why no; she has a clumsy figure, drab hair, and a colourless complexion. Not at all the type that I admire.'
'You told me the other day that she was an ideal blonde. But, of course, that,' said Edith, 'was before she refused to lunch with you!'
CHAPTER XXXVII
Sir Charles
Early that afternoon Hyacinth was sitting in the library in the depths of depression when Sir Charles Cannon was announced. She had forgotten to say she was not at home, or she would not have received him; but it was now too late.
He came in, and affecting not to see there was anything the matter, he said—
'I've come for some consolation, Hyacinth,'
'Consolation? Is Aunt Janet in a bad temper? I saw her pass yesterday in a green bonnet. I was afraid there was something wrong.'