"But she keeps the crust on the top all the time; the bloomin' volcano don't get a chance!" "She doesn't look stupid," continued the Crow.

"She looks stormy--expect it's pretty well worth while, though, when she melts." "Poor old Tristram don't look as if he had had a taste of paradise with his houri, for his week, does he?
Before we'd heartened him up on the platform a bit--give you my word--he looked as mum as an owl," Jimmy said.

"And she looked like an iceberg, as she's done all the time.

I've never seen her once warm up." "He's awfully in love with her," grunted the Crow.
"I believe that is about the measure, though I can't see how you've guessed it.

You had not got back for the wedding, Crow, and it don't show now." The Crow laughed--one of his chuckling, cynical laughs which to his dear friend Lady Anningford meant so much that was in his mind.
"Oh, doesn't it!" he said.
"Well, tell me, what do you really think of her ?" Jimmy went on.