In such a case there are always two sides to the question, and nine chances to one the goddess will coolly take possession of both.

When I saw Dorothy in the courtyard of The Peacock, I instantly knew that she was a girl to be taken into account in all matters wherein she was personally concerned.
Her every feature, every poise and gesture, unconsciously bore the stamp of "I will" or "I will not." Walking by Dorothy's side, holding her hand, was a fair young woman whose hair was black, and whose skin was of the white, clear complexion such as we see in the faces of nuns.

She walked with a hesitating, cautious step, and clung to Dorothy, who was gentle and attentive to her.

But of this fair, pale girl I have so much to say in the pages to come that I shall not further describe her here.
When the ladies had entered the inn, my companion and I dismounted, and Manners exclaimed:-- "Did you see the glorious girl who but now entered the inn door?
Gods! I never before saw such beauty." "Yes," I replied, "I know her." "How fortunate I am," said Sir John.

"Perhaps I may induce you to present me to her.