I want to show you our feathers.

I think they would please you--and you make me ashamed of them." "How absurd!" cried Marcella, "when I told you how I liked the school children bobbing to me!" They laughed, and then Aldous looked round with a start--"Ah, here is my grandfather!" Then he stood back, watching the look with which Lord Maxwell, after greeting Lady Winterbourne, approached Miss Boyce.

He saw the old man's somewhat formal approach, the sudden kindle in the blue eyes which marked the first effect of Marcella's form and presence, the bow, the stately shake of the hand.

The lover hearing his own heart beat, realised that his beautiful lady had so far done well.
"You must let me say that I see a decided likeness in you to your grandfather," said Lord Maxwell, when they were all seated at lunch, Marcella on his left hand, opposite to Lady Winterbourne.

"He was one of my dearest friends." "I'm afraid I don't know much about him," said Marcella, rather bluntly, "except what I have got out of old letters.