And when you have seen the lady! She has the figure and motions of a sylph, the face of an angel, the eye of love itself.
What a sight she is crossing the lawn on a sunny afternoon, or gliding airily along the corridors of the old place the De Stancys knew so well! Her lips are the softest, reddest, most distracting things you ever saw.
Her hair is as soft as silk, and of the rarest, tenderest brown.' The captain moved uneasily.

'Don't take the trouble to say more, Willy,' he observed.

'You know how I am.

My cursed susceptibility to these matters has already wasted years of my life, and I don't want to make myself a fool about her too.' 'You must see her.' 'No, don't let me see her,' De Stancy expostulated.

'If she is only half so good-looking as you say, she will drag me at her heels like a blind Samson.