"I don't think it matters much about a man being handsome,—but he is beautiful. Not dark, like all the other Lovels; nor yet what you call fair. I don't think that fair men ever look manly."
"Oh no," said Alice, who was contemplating an engagement with a black-haired young barrister.
"Lord Lovel is brown,—with blue eyes; but it is the shape of his face that is so perfect,—an oval, you know, that is not too long. But it isn't that makes him look as he does. He looks as though everybody in the world ought to do exactly what he tells them."
"And why don't you, dear, do exactly what he tells you?"
"Ah,—that is another question. I should do many things if he told me. He is the head of our family. I think he ought to have all this money, and be a rich great man, as the Earl Lovel should be."
"And yet you won't be his wife?"
"Would you,—if you had promised another man?"
"Have you promised another man?"
"Yes;—I have."
"Who is he, Lady Anna?"