"It is only his nose, dear," says Cecil; "and even you cannot call it fat without belying your conscience."
Mrs. Darley accepts the apology, and goes back to her mild flirtation.
"How silly that woman is!" Cecil says, somewhat indignantly. She and Molly and one or two of the men are rather apart. "To hear her going in for simple sentiments is quite too much for me. When one looks at her, one cannot help——" She pauses, and taps her foot upon the ground, impatiently.
"She is rather pretty," says Lowry, glancing carelessly at the powdered doll's face, with its wealth of dyed hair.
"There was a young lady named Maud,"
says Sir Penthony, addressing his toes,
"Who had recently come from abroad,
Her bloom and her curls,
Which astonished the girls,
Were both an ingenious fraud.