"Now for instance, the Miss Delancys--don't you call them handsome, Mr. Carleton?" said Florence.
"Yes," he said, half smiling.
"But not beautiful?--Now what is it they want?"
"I do not wish, if I could, to make the want visible to other eyes than my own."
"Well, Cornelia Schenck,--how do you like her face?"
"It is very pretty-featured."
"Pretty-featured!--Why she is called beautiful. She has a beautiful smile, Mr. Carleton?"
"She has only one."
"Only one! and how many smiles ought the same person to have?" cried Florence impatiently. But that which instantly answered her said forcibly that a plurality of them was possible.
"I have seen one face," he said gravely, and his eye seeking the floor,--"that had I think a thousand."