And, following the light cascading ripples of the harp, when her low contralto lifted in one of the "old songs," she often turned inquiringly to see if the listener liked the music, and her brilliant, dark eyes would rest on his with an appeal that blinded his entranced soul.

She meant it for the mere indication of a friendly wish to suit his tastes, but it looked like the divine humility of love.

Nobody wondered that General Trumble should fall to verse-making in his old age.
She sketched magnificently.

This is the very strongest support for the assertion: Frank Chenoweth and Tappingham Marsh agreed, with tears of enthusiasm, that "magnificently" was the only word.

They came to this conclusion as they sat together at the end of a long dinner (at which very little had been eaten) after a day's picnic by the river.