She wore no jewels, save one string of perfectly matched pearls; but on Pauline Lister's neck even pearls seemed to sparkle.
All these scintillations, flung at Garth, passed over his sleek head and reached Jane where she lingered in the background.

She took in every detail.

Never had Miss Lister's loveliness been more correctly appraised.
"But it happens, unfortunately, to be neither a dairy-maid nor a warming-pan," said Garth.

"My appointment is with a very grubby small boy, whose rural beauties consist in a shock of red hair and a whole pepper-pot of freckles." "Philanthropic ?" inquired Miss Lister.
"Yes, at the rate of threepence an hour." "A caddy, of course," cried both ladies together.
"My! What a mystery about a thing so simple!" added Mrs.Parker Bangs.
"Now we have heard, Mr.Dalmain, that it is well worth the walk to the links to see you play.

So you may expect us to arrive there, time to see you start around." Garth's eyes twinkled.