"I did not give you the real explanation.

Now I will." He nodded towards a girl who was at that moment crossing the ball-room towards the door, upon the arm of a young man.
"That's the explanation." Mrs.Linforth looked at the girl and smiled.
"The explanation seems to be enjoying itself," she said.

"Yours ?" "Mine," replied Sir John with evident pride.
"She is very pretty," said Mrs.Linforth, and the sincerity of her admiration made the father glow with satisfaction.

Phyllis Casson was a girl of eighteen, with the fresh looks and the clear eyes of her years.

A bright colour graced her cheeks, where, when she laughed, the dimples played, and the white dress she wore was matched by the whiteness of her throat.