“And what eyebrows and hair!”
“And what lashes!”
“And what a nose!”
“The sweetest little ear in the world!”
“And what health! Touch but his cheek with a pin the blood should squirt.”
“Who would be so cruel?”
“He is a rosebud washed in dew.”
And they revenged themselves for their beaux' admiration of her by lavishing all their tenderness on him.
But one there was who was still among these butterflies, but no longer of them. The sight of the Princess Claelia had torn open his wound.
Scarce three months ago he had declined the love of that peerless creature; a love illicit and insane; but at least refined.