Never mind that. I've long discovered that under the influence of profound emotion a man always expresses himself in the terms of the Family Herald.
Mereston.
You must remember that I'm awfully inexperienced.
Lady Frederick.
Well, I'll let you off this time—because I like your curly hair. [She sighs amorously.] Now for the delicate arch of my eyebrows. I don't know what I should do without this. I've got no eyebrows at all really.... Have you ever noticed that dark line under the eyes which gives such intensity to my expression?
Mereston.
Yes, often.
Lady Frederick.
[Holding out the pencil.] Well, here it is. Ah, my dear boy, in this pencil you have at will roguishness and languor, tenderness and indifference, sprightliness, passion, malice, what you will. Now be very quiet for one moment. If I overdo it my whole day will be spoilt. You mustn't breathe even. Whenever I do this I think how true those lines are:
"The little more and how much it is.
The little less and what worlds away."