"Not in the brilliancy of her beauty, but in some of its characteristics; better in its promise."
"Make yourself intelligible, for the sake of my nerves, Guy," said his mother. "Better looking than Marie Antoinette!"
"My unhappy cousin is said to be a fairy, Ma'am," said Mr. Rossitur; "and I presume all this may be referred to enchantment."
"That face of Marie Antoinette's," said Mr. Carleton, smiling, "is an undisciplined one uneducated."
"Uneducated!" exclaimed Mrs. Carleton.
"Don't mistake me, mother, I do not mean that it shows any want of reading or writing, but it does indicate an untrained character a mind unprepared for the exigencies of life."
"She met those exigencies indifferently well, too," observed
Mr. Thorn.
"Ay but pride, and the dignity of rank, and undoubtedly some of the finer qualities of a woman's nature, might suffice for that, and yet leave her utterly unfitted to play wisely and gracefully a part in ordinary life."
"Well, she had no such part to play," said Mrs. Carleton.
"Certainly, mother but I am comparing faces."