The Major knew all those little things which manage women so manfully.

So he took me by the hand and led me to the light and looked at me.
I had not one atom of Russian twist or dyed China grass in my hair, nor even the ubiquitous aid of horse and cow; neither in my face or figure was I conscious of false presentment.

The Major was welcome to lead me to the light and to throw up all his spectacles and gaze with all his eyes.

My only vexation was with myself, because I could not keep the weakness--which a stranger should not see--out of my eyes, upon sudden remembrance who it was that used to have the right to do such things to me.

This it was, and nothing else, that made me drop my eyes, perhaps.
"There, there, my dear!" said Major Hockin, in a softer voice than usual.