She put out her hand in her frank, pleasant manner, as she wished him good night.

The carriage rolled on its way, and Mr.Carlyle returned to the earl.
"Well, is she not a handsome girl ?" he demanded.
"Handsome is not the word for beauty such as hers," was Mr.Carlyle's reply, in a low, warm tone.

"I never saw a face half so beautiful." "She caused quite a sensation at the drawing-room last week--as I hear.
This everlasting gout kept me indoors all day.

And she is as good as she is beautiful." The earl was not partial.

Lady Isabel was wondrously gifted by nature, not only in mind and person but in heart.