“You won't be so deuced sarcastic when you see her, even if she is to marry a prince. I tell you, Phil, she is something worth looking at forever,” said Lord Bob.
“I never saw such eyes, such a complexion, such hair, such a carriage,” cried Lady Frances.
“Has she any teeth?” asked Dickey, and was properly frowned upon by Lady Jane.
“You describe her as completely in that sentence, Lady Frances, as a novelist could in eight pages,” said Quentin.
“No novelist could describe her,” was the answer.
“It's to be hoped no novelist may attempt it,” said Quentin. “She is beautiful beyond description, she will be a princess, and she knew me when I didn't know enough to appreciate her. Her eyes were blue in the old days, and her hair was almost black. Colors still obtain? Then we have her description in advance. Now, let's go on with the romance.”
V. A SUNDAY ENCOUNTER
It was a sunny Sunday morning and the church parade was popular. Lady Frances and Quentin were walking together when Prince Ugo joined them. He looked hardly over twenty-five, his wavy black hair giving him a picturesque look. He wore no beard, and his dark skin was as clear as a girl's.
“By the way,” said Quentin, “Lady Saxondale tells me you are to marry a former acquaintance of mine.”