“I swear her hair is superb black!”
“Who are you talking about?”
“Who—who but charming Mrs. Vivian!”
“Cousin Valeria! Oh-h-h-h! ha! ha! ha! And I was speaking of India! So you think Mrs. Vivian good-looking?”
“Good-looking—divine.”
“I thought no one in his senses could apply that term to any woman but Miss Sutherland.”
“Who—the red-haired young lady?”
“Red-haired!” burst out the voice of Sutherland, in indignant astonishment; then reining in his anger with a strong hand, he added, “Lincoln, you are my friend, but there are some provocations”—
“Miss Sutherland is graceful,” said Lauderdale, with a quiet smile.
“Tah-tah-tah, with your faint praises; good night.”