She does her hair very oddly, so low down--in those plaits.

Nobody does it like that nowadays." "That's because nobody has such a head," said her brother, a young Hussar lieutenant, beside her, in the tone of connoisseurship.

"By George, she's ripping--she's the best-looking girl I've seen for a good long time.

But she's a Tartar, I'll swear--looks it, anyway." "Every one says she has the most extraordinary opinions," said the girl, eagerly.

"She'll manage him, don't you think?
I'm sure he's very meek and mild." "Don't know that," said the young man, twisting his moustache with the air of exhaustive information.