Playing it so low on a chap you like!" "Don't say a word, Cluny; and, believe me, you haven't yet seen all of It.

There's plenty of time.

When you really have had It, you will learn to say of a woman, not that she's the very finest, and that you hate breakfasting alone, but something that'll turn your hair white, or keep you looking forty when you're sixty." That evening Gaston dressed with unusual care.

When he entered the drawing-room, he looked as handsome as a man need in this world.
His illness had refined his features and form, and touched off his cheerfulness with a fine melancholy.

Delia glowed as she saw the admiring glances sent his way, but burned with anger when she also saw that he was to take in Lady Gravesend to dinner; for Lady Gravesend had spoken slightingly of Gaston--had, indeed, referred to his "nigger blood!" And now her mother had sent her in to dinner on his arm, she affable, too affable by a great deal.