"But I can't tell yet.

She seems to me like a singer singing an air.

You can't tell till the song is done." "Ah, the song will never be done!" exclaimed the young man, laughing.
"Don't you think her handsome ?" Gertrude had been disappointed in the beauty of the Baroness Munster; she had expected her, for mysterious reasons, to resemble a very pretty portrait of the Empress Josephine, of which there hung an engraving in one of the parlors, and which the younger Miss Wentworth had always greatly admired.

But the Baroness was not at all like that--not at all.
Though different, however, she was very wonderful, and Gertrude felt herself most suggestively corrected.

It was strange, nevertheless, that Felix should speak in that positive way about his sister's beauty.
"I think I shall think her handsome," Gertrude said.