He was certainly pleasant to talk to; she had never met a refined man of the world before, and Captain Bertram was handsome to look at, and had a charming way of saying charming nothings.
Beatrice did not object to his talking to her, but her heart had never yet in the smallest degree responded to any beat of his.
More than one young man in Northbury had fallen in love with Beatrice.
She had been very kind to these would-be lovers, and had managed skilfully to get rid of them.

No man yet had secured even a small place in her affections.
"Are you going out this morning, Bee ?" asked her mother.

"It's very fine, and you are fond of a row on the water in the sunshine.

It's wonderful to me how your skin never tans nor freckles, child.

You might be out in all weathers without its doing you harm." Mrs.Meadowsweet was seated in her arm-chair.