I don't know why I should be so delightfully lucky, but everybody asks me to dance, and every man I meet is particularly nice, and nobody has been very horrid to me; perhaps because I like everybody--" She rode on beside him; they were walking their horses now; and as her silken-coated mount paced forward through the sunshine she sat at ease, straight as a slender Amazon in her habit, ruddy hair glistening at the nape of her neck, the scarlet of her lips always a vivid contrast to that wonderful unblemished skin of snow.
He thought to himself, quite impersonally: "She's a real beauty, that youngster.

No wonder they ask her to dance and nobody is horrid.

Men are likely enough to go quite mad about her as Nina predicts: probably some of 'em have already--that chuckle-headed youth who was there Tuesday, gulping up the tea--" And, "What was his name ?" he asked aloud.
"Whose name ?" she inquired, roused by his voice from smiling retrospection.
"That chuckle head--the young man who continued to haunt you so persistently when you poured tea for Nina on Tuesday.

Of course they _all_ haunted you," he explained politely, as she shook her head in sign of non-comprehension; "but there was one who--ah--gulped at his cup." "Please--you are rather dreadful, aren't you ?" "Yes.

So was he; I mean the infatuated chinless gentleman whose facial ensemble remotely resembled the features of a pleased and placid lizard of the Reptilian period." "Oh, George Fane! That is particularly disagreeable of you, Captain Selwyn, because his wife has been very nice to me--Rosamund Fane--and she spoke most cordially of you--" "Which one was she ?" "The Dresden china one.