She mused.

'You like her ?' 'One likes one's dearest of friends among women, does one not ?' The lady nodded to his response.

'And your brother ?' 'Dartrey is devoted to her.' 'I am sure,' said she, 'your brother is a chivalrous gentleman.

I like her too.' She came to her sentiment through the sentiment of the chivalrous gentleman.

Sinking from it, she remarked that Mr.Radnor was handsome still.