It is true that Madeleine was taller, and her figure rather more stately, but the face itself had only very slight pretensions to beauty.

Fanny closely observed the effect as she helped Madeleine to arrange her hair, and when she had finished her observations she threw her arm round Madeleine's waist, and they left the room together.
"Listen now, my dearest Madeleine," began she, arching her eyebrows.

"I am really very much annoyed with you, for never coming down to see us in the town.

As a punishment, I shall take you with me this afternoon.
Morten can sit on the box." Madeleine looked into the small and delicate face, and could not help thinking how lovely it was.

The large blue eyes looked so charmingly out through their lashes; the pose of the head was so elegant; while round the mouth played so many changing expressions, which seemed to rivet the attention when she was speaking.
"What are you staring at ?" asked Fanny, mischievously.
"You really are too pretty," answered Madeleine, with sincerity.
"Well, that's a rustic compliment," laughed her cousin, turning colour a little, but looking still more charming.
Madeleine went down with them to the town, and stayed a few days; afterwards she paid short visits there more frequently.