While we stood on the lawn he turned to me with a constrained smile.
"So mademoiselle is still at Crown Anstey ?" he said.

"I suppose she is as beautiful as ever ?" "Tastes differ," I replied, oddly.

"Her beauty is not according to my idea." His kindly face cleared.
"That is right; she is of the siren order; some people would find her irresistible.

Now, pardon me if I say one word.

I have known the lady for five years, and know nothing against her, still mistrust her without knowing why.