'Isn't he very handsome?' persisted Eveline.
'To partial eyes, perhaps, but there are plenty of men in the world quite as handsome—even more so, I doubt not. I like him already, but don't let him think so; besides, I also like our English visitor, Mr. Holcroft.'
'I do not!' said Eveline, decisively.
'Why?'
'He is horsey in bearing, and his face, though handsome, I grant you, often wears a sinister, sharp, and supercilious expression.'
'How tanned Allan is by the Indian sun!'
'I think his face and head both grand and handsome!' exclaimed his sister, with affectionate enthusiasm; 'he quite reminds me of the old Greeks.'
'I was not aware you knew any of them,' laughed Olive.
'Their sculptures, I mean,' replied Eveline, as they swept down the great staircase to the dining-room.