Ina Klosking colored. She felt her friend was tempting her, and felt she was not quite beyond the power of temptation.
“What was he like?” said she, to turn the conversation.
“The handsomest young fellow I ever saw.”
“Young, of course?”
“Yes, quite a boy. At least, he looked a boy. To be sure, his talk was not like a boy's; very precocious, I should say.”
“What a pity, to begin gambling so young!”
“Oh, he is all right. If he loses every farthing of his own, he will marry money. Any woman would have him. You never saw such a curled darling.”
“Dark or fair?”
“Fair. Pink-and-white, like a girl; a hand like a lady.”
“Indeed. Fine eyes?”