“Yes, he really has beautiful eyes, so full of life and intelligence.”
“And then, Magda, his manners are so simple and unaffected. I was afraid, because he was a count, and very rich, that he would be haughty and self-conceited; but he is not so at all—is he?”
“Not in the least,” responded Magda; and so they agreed that they were very well pleased to have met him.
“Good news! good news!” cried the baroness, when she next found Magda alone. “The count is going to stay with us awhile, for he is quite at leisure for some time to come. Ah! I know well enough to whom it is owing. He was delighted with the party last night, and expressed great pleasure at meeting you here, expressing at the same time the highest admiration of your appearance and manners—so dignified and lady-like!”
Magda smiled, blushed, and said he was really too complimentary.
“Oh, he admires you exceedingly; and he likes your little friend, too. He says there is something very bright and lovely in the expression of her face, and that the contrast between you is very becoming to you both. Was it not good-natured of him to take so much notice of her?”
“No, he only showed a due discernment, I think,” answered Magda.
“Oh, my dear, you are so fond of her! But to do her justice, she really dressed herself with good taste last night, which is a thing I like to see. And you did also, Magda; only I did not like your head-dress quite so well.”
“That is because nature has not bestowed upon me such fine dark curls, ma’am.”
“Well, she has pretty hair. But, my dear, we must make good use of the time while the count is with us.”