I loved his fair, handsome face, his laughing blue eyes, his sunny smile, his cheery voice; I loved his warm-hearted, genial manner.
In fact, I loved the whole man, just as he was, with a love passing that of women--loved him as I shall love no other.
Naturally enough, Lance was a great favorite with the ladies; every woman who saw him loved him more or less.

He was quite irresistible when, in addition to his handsome face and sweet temper, came the charm of being master of a grand old manor-house, with three thousand per annum.

No wonder that he was popular.

The only thing which troubled me about Lance was his marriage; I always feared it.

With his gay, passionate temperament, his universal admiration and chivalrous manner of treating the fair sex, it was certain that he would, sooner or later, fall in love and marry.