Thus prompted, Dahlia went to her chamber, and passively attired herself, thankful to have been spared the pathetic troubles of a selection of garments from her wardrobe.

When she came forth, Edward thought her marvellously beautiful.
Pity that she had no strength of character whatever, nor any pointed liveliness of mind to match and wrestle with his own, and cheer the domestic hearth! But she was certainly beautiful.

Edward kissed her hand in commendation.

Though it was practically annoying that she should be sad, the hue and spirit of sadness came home to her aspect.

Sorrow visited her tenderly falling eyelids like a sister..