"What of her person?"
"Like her mind—plain; but, thank Heaven, has the use of her limbs and senses."
"And this common-place character is your real opinion of yourself!" exclaimed Cornelius almost indignantly.
"My real opinion; but it is scarcely civil to tell me to my face that I am common-place."
"I never said so. That is not my opinion of you, Daisy."
"Ah!" I said a little embarrassed, for it was plain he meant to favour me with that opinion.
"No," he continued very earnestly, "I do not think you that pale, every- day girl you described. I think you more than good, for you are high- minded; I think you more than sensible, for you are original. You may as well laugh out at once," he added in a piqued tone, "for to crown all, Daisy, I think you pretty, ay, and very pretty."
"Oh, Cornelius!" I replied endeavouring to look melancholy; "if you had not made that unlucky addition, I could have believed in the rest—but now!"
"Daisy, beauty is manifold: the greatest fool can discover the beauty of a perfectly beautiful woman."
"Whereas it requires a peculiar talent to find out the invisible sort of beauty. Judicious remark!"