Charmian laughed, and forthwith drooped them at me, and laughed again, and shook her head.
"But surely, Peter, surely there are thousands, millions of women with mouths and eyes like—the Humble Person's?"
"It is possible," said I, "but none who have the same way with their lashes."
"What do you mean?"
"I can't tell; I don't know."
"Don't you, Peter?"
"No—it is just a way."
"And so it is that you want to marry this very Humble Person?"
"I think I have wanted to from the very first, but did not know it—being a blind fool!"
"And—did it need a night walk in a thunderstorm to teach you?"