"How can I tell you, when I have been acquainted with him only ten minutes?"
Frances leaped to conclusions as she herself had done.
"I know what that means--it means that he's horrid. Is he very horrid?"
"I didn't say he was horrid."
"No, but you didn't say he wasn't. You might at least tell me what he looks like. Dolly, do!"
And Dolly did. She painted Mr Emmett exactly as he had appeared to her. She had a pretty knack of description; by the time the portrait was finished Miss Vernon was gazing with wide-open eyes.
"Why," she cried, "he must be perfectly hideous!"
"He is not," admitted Dorothy, "what some people would call good-looking."
"Fancy going you don't know where with such a man as that!--you who have always said that in a man you must have beauty of mind, and soul, and form!"
Dorothy bent over the frock she was folding.