She was by far the loveliest woman in the rooms the other night; that is, excepting you, Madeline." Even the compliment did not soften the asperity of the maimed beauty.
"Every woman is charming according to Lotte," she said; "I never knew an eye with so little true appreciation.

In the first place, what woman on earth could look well in such a thing as that she had on her head." "Of course she wears a widow's cap, but she'll put that off when Bertie marries her." "I don't see any of course in it," said Madeline.

"The death of twenty husbands should not make me undergo such a penance.

It is as much a relic of paganism as the sacrifice of a Hindu woman at the burning of her husband's body.

If not so bloody, it is quite as barbarous, and quite as useless." "But you don't blame her for that," said Bertie.