It is not every-body who would be so attentive to you.

Just look at your hair.

Why can't you dress like other girls ?" "Because I am not made like other girls," replied Catrina--and who knows what bitterness of reproach there was in such an answer from daughter to mother?
"Hush, child," replied the countess, whose anger usually took the form of personal abuse.

"You are as the good God made you." "Then the good God must have made me in the dark," cried Catrina, flinging out of the room.
"She will be down directly," said the Countess Lanovitch to De Chauxville, whom she found smoking a cigarette in the hall.

"She naturally--he! he!--wishes to make a careful toilet." De Chauxville bowed gravely, without committing himself to any observation, and offered her a cigarette, which she accepted.