Northbury was accustomed to Beatrice, and did not therefore observe, what was very patent to Captain Bertram, that this girl was as perfectly well-bred as his own sisters.

She wore a long, gray cashmere dress, slightly open at her throat, with ruffles of soft, real lace.
As she watched the game, her sensitive and speaking face showed interest, sympathy, keen appreciation.

She heard Captain Bertram's step, and turned to welcome him with a smile.
"Would not you like to play ?" "Will you be my partner ?" "When they make up a fresh set I will, with pleasure; although," she added, looking down at her long dress, "I did not expect to play to-night, and did not dress for it." "Thank goodness.

I hate tennis dresses.

All girls should wear trains." Beatrice raised her bright eyes to his face.