Have you heard of the Countess de Saldar ?' 'Countess!' muttered Harry.

'Dash it! here's a mistake.' She continued, with elegant fan-like motion of her gloved fingers: 'They say there is a likeness between us.

The dear Queen of Portugal often remarked it, and in her it was a compliment to me, for she thought my brother a model! You I should have known from your extreme resemblance to your lovely young sister.' Coarse food, but then Harry was a youthful Englishman; and the Countess dieted the vanity according to the nationality.

With good wine to wash it down, one can swallow anything.

The Countess lent him her eyes for that purpose; eyes that had a liquid glow under the dove--like drooping lids.