It was Nina herself, who had come all the way from Rome alone, that is, without any one she knew, and made her way to us here, without any other guidance than her own good wits.
'I cannot tell you how delighted we are with her.

She is the loveliest girl I ever saw, so gentle, so nicely mannered, so soft-voiced, and so winning--I feel myself like a peasant beside her.

The least thing she says--her laugh, her slightest gesture, the way she moves about the room, with a sort of swinging grace, which I thought affected at first, but now I see is quite natural--is only another of her many fascinations.
'I fancied for a while that her features were almost too beautifully regular for expression, and that even when she smiled and showed her lovely teeth, her eyes got no increase of brightness; but, as I talked more with her, and learned to know her better, I saw that those eyes have meanings of softness and depths in them of wonderful power, and, stranger than all, an archness that shows she has plenty of humour.
'Her English is charming, but slightly foreign; and when she is at a loss for a word, there is just that much of difficulty in finding it which gives a heightened expression to her beautifully calm face, and makes it lovely.
You may see how she has fascinated me, for I could go on raving about her for hours.
'She is very anxious to see you, and asks me over and over again, Shall you like her?
I was almost candid enough to say "too well." I mean that you could not help falling in love with her, my dear Dick, and she is so much above us in style, in habit, and doubtless in ambition, that such would be only madness.

When she saw your photo she smiled, and said, "Is he not superb ?--I mean proud ?" I owned you were, and then she added, "I hope he will like me." I am not perhaps discreet if I tell you she does not like the portrait of your chum, Atlee.

She says "he is very good-looking, very clever, very witty, but isn't he false ?" and this she says over and over again.