So she takes the line of adoring me, of saying she can never forget that I was devoted to her mother--which I wouldn't for the world have been--and of giving me a wide berth.

I think she positively dislikes to look at me.

It's all right; there's no obligation; though people in general can't take their eyes off me." "I see that at this moment," I replied.

"But what does it matter where or how, for the present, she lives?
She'll marry infallibly, marry early, and everything then will change." "Whom will she marry ?" my companion gloomily asked.
"Any one she likes.

She's so abnormally pretty that she can do anything.
She'll fascinate some nabob or some prince." "She'll fascinate him first and bore him afterwards.