Ernest smiled.
"I don't think Sabina has any ambition to give pleasure to thousands. She is a young woman of very fine temper, with a dignified sense of her own situation and an honest pride in her own dexterity."
"Engaged to be married, of course?"
"I think not. She and her mother are my very good friends. Had any betrothal taken place, I feel sure I should have heard of it."
"Do ring for her, Mr. Churchouse, and let me look at her again. Does she know how good-looking she is?"
"Youth! Youth! Yes, not being a fool, she knows she is well-favoured—much as you do, no doubt. I mean that you cannot shave yourself every morning without being conscious that you are in the Greek mould. I could show you the engraving of a statue by Praxiteles which is absurdly like you. But this accident of nature has not made you vain."
"Me! Good Lord!"
Raymond laughed long.
"Do not be puffed up," continued Mr. Churchouse, "for, with charm, you combine to a certain extent the Greek vacuity. There are no lines upon your brow. You don't think enough."
"Don't I, by Jove! I've been thinking a great deal too much lately. I've had a headache once."