“I remember I nearly stood on my head one day. The conservatory opened off the smoking-room, so when I came in the room, I heard my two sisters and Beatrice talking about good-looking men.
“‘I consider Bertram will make a handsome man,’ said my younger sister.
“‘He’s got beautiful eyes,’ said my other sister.
“‘And a real darling nose and chin!’ cried Beatrice. ‘If only he was more solide! He is like a windmill, all limbs.’
“‘He will fill out. Remember, he’s not quite seventeen,’ said my elder sister.
“‘Ah, he is doux—he is câlin,’ said Beatrice.
“‘I think he is rather too spoony for his age,’ said my elder sister.
“‘But he’s a fine boy for all that. See how thick his knees are,’ my younger sister chimed in.
“‘Ah, si, si!’ cried Beatrice.
“I made a row against the door, then walked across.