"I can't say he struck me as being remarkable for beauty," said the spinster.
"I didn't say he was 'remarkable for beauty,' but he has—er—distinction—decided distinction. I'm surprised you don't see it. And he has very fine eyes."
"His eyes won't give 'em any carriage-and-pair," replied Miss Wix. "I used to have fine eyes, my dear, but I've stared at hard times so long."
"I don't know where the 'hard times' come in, I'm sure!" exclaimed Mrs. Walford sharply. "And he wanted to give her a carriage directly they marry, but Sam's forbidden it."
The maiden sniffed.
"He is most modest for his position! I tell you, he was chased in Dieppe; the women ran after him. A baroness in the hotel positively threw her daughter at his head.... He wouldn't look at anybody but Cynthia.... The Baroness was miserable the day the engagement was known."
"Cynthia ought to be very proud," returned her sister dryly.
"Oh, of course the girl is making a wonderful match—no doubt about it! He sold his novel for an extraordinary sum—quite extraordinary!—and the publishers have implored him to let them have another at his own terms; I saw the telegrams.... Astonishing position for such a young man!"
"She's in luck!"
"She's a very taking girl. Her smile is so sweet, and her teeth are quite perfect."