'How can I thank you sufficiently?
who could think that the child I left twelve years ago would be such a good artist when I returned?
But that was the cleverest bit of life-like drawing I ever saw, that sketch of your old pony.

By the way, do you know who this is ?' The colonel opened a sketch-book that he had in his hand, and put it into Freda's.
'Why, this is Gladys, Mrs Prothero's Gladys.

How could you prevail on her to stand for her picture?
Look, Serena, how well Colonel Vaughan has hit off her expression and general effect in those few touches!' 'I went to see Prothero, who used to be a good friend of mine in old times, and whilst I was waiting for him and looking out of the window, I saw this Gladys in the garden, and made the attempt you are pleased to praise.

Certainly she is about the loveliest specimen of country beauty I ever saw in my life.' 'Do you admire her, Colonel Vaughan?
I think the ith tho very pale and thupid.' 'I never contradict a young lady, and suppose you must be right; but in the present company, one cannot think of other belles.

It would be a case of looking for stars in the presence of the sun.' Colonel Vaughan glanced from one to the other of the ladies.