She looked quite pretty.

When I told her so she blushed like a girl.

I was glad to see her in gay humour again.

Of late months she has been subject to moodiness, emotional variability, which has somewhat ruffled the smooth surface of our companionship.

But to-day there has been no trace of "temperament." She has shown herself the pleasant, witty Judith she knows I like her to be, with a touch of coquetry thrown in on her own account.