4/26 I noticed her arms which the sleeves of the gay garment left bare to the elbows; the skin was like satin. "_Et sa peau! On dirait du satin._" Confound Antoinette! She had the audacity, too, to come down with bare feet. It was a revelation of pink, undreamed-of loveliness in tus. A chit of a girl of eighteen (for that I learn is her age) has no right to flaunt the beauty that should be the appanage of the woman of seven and twenty. She should be modestly well-favoured, as becomes her childish stage of development. |