Only think, Marmion, of a girl like her--a graduate in arts, whose name and picture have been in all the papers--being willing to make up with me, Dick Hungerford! She is as natural and simple as a girl can be, and doesn't throw Greek roots at you, nor try to convince you of the difference between the songs of the troubadours and the sonnets of Petrarch.

She doesn't care a rap whether Dante's Beatrice was a real woman or a principle; whether James the First poisoned his son; or what's the margin between a sine and a cosine.

She can take a fence in the hunting-field like a bird--! Oh, all right, just hold still, and I'll unfasten it." And he struggled with a recalcitrant buckle.

"Well, you'll not forget about Miss Treherne, will you?
She ought to go just as she is.

Fancy-dress on her would be gilding the gold; for, though she isn't surpassingly beautiful, she is very fine, very fine indeed.