No eyes were over brighter, either in tears or in laughter.
And when he came to look at her well, he found that he had been an idiot to think her plain.
"There are things that grow to beauty as you look at them--to exquisite beauty; and you are one of them," he had said to her.

"And there are men," she had answered, "who grow to flattery as you listen to them--to impudent flattery; and you are one of them." "I thought you plain the first day I saw you.

That's not flattery." "Yes, sir, it is; and you mean it for flattery.

But after all, Harry, it comes only to this, that you want to tell me that you have learned to love me." He repeated all this to himself as he walked up and down Stratton, and declared to himself that she was very lovely.

It had been given to him to ascertain this, and he was rather proud of himself.