I don't say that she would have fallen captive to any ordinary child, but Susan being my child was naturally different from the vulgar run of children.

She was _rarissinia avis_ in the lands of small girls--one of the few points on which Barbara and I are in unclouded agreement.

No one could have helped falling captive to Susan.

But, I admit, in the case of Liosha, who was an out-of-the-way, incalculable sort of creature--it was a good sign.
Perhaps, considering the short period during which I had her under close observation, it was the best sign.

She had grievous faults.
One evening, while I was dressing for dinner, Barbara burst into my dressing-room.
"Reynolds has given me notice." "Oh," said I, not desisting (as is the callous way of husbands the world over) from the absorbing and delicate manipulation of my tie.