I was almost jealous of him at times." "There was no need, papa," said a sweet voice, the very sound of which made me tremble.
Why had mademoiselle never mentioned this young girl, so fair, so lovely?
Why had she told me nothing about her?
I should like to describe her, reader, so as to make you love her.

She was tall, very little above the medium height, slender, graceful, with a delicate, arched neck and the "fairest face the sun e'er shone on." Not beautiful--that word would not describe her; fair, sweet and lovely.

She had no brilliant or vivid coloring; her complexion was clear, with the faintest rose-bloom; her eyes large and blue, her lips sweet and sensitive; a white brow and a wealth of soft, brown hair.

She was no queenly beauty; she had not Coralie's brilliancy and bright coloring, but she was the fairest and most lovable girl who ever made a man's heart glad.
I did not know how the next few minutes passed.

Sir John and Lady Thesiger were talking about the neighborhood, and I was thinking that if Agatha bid me lie down there at her feet and die for her sweet sake, I should do so with a smile.
When I came to my senses, Lady Thesiger was asking me if I would dine with them the week following; they were expecting some visitors from London.