"Mr. Robinson won't take him. My belief is that he's rather afraid of Mr. Harding. Oh! there he goes with Guy, out by the garden way."
Scarlett looked over her shoulder. "What a handsome fellow he is!"
"Handsome?" Miss Wilton turned her head, and looked doubtfully at her companion.
"Yes. Don't you think so?"
"N-no. It never occurred to me. Do you mean it really, or are you laughing?"
"Of course I mean it. Didn't you ever look at him?"
"Why yes, often."
"Well, then?"
"I suppose his features are good, when one comes to think about them," said the girl, with a dubious expression in her eyes. "Yes, I suppose they are."