Is she about twenty ?" "About twenty." Lord Maxwell waited a moment, then, bending over the fire, shrugged his shoulders in mock despair.
"It is evident you are out of love with me, Aldous.

Why, I don't know yet whether she is dark or fair!" The conversation jarred on both sides.

Aldous made an effort.
"She is very dark," he said; "like her mother in many ways, only quite different in colour.

To me she seems the most beautiful--the only beautiful woman I have ever seen.

I should think she was very clever in some ways--and very unformed--childish almost--in others.