"They are not so bad after all, are they ?" says she.
"They are very pretty," smiles Rylton, returning her gaze.
Suddenly for the first time it occurs to him that she has a beauty that is all her own.
"Oh no! there is nothing pretty about me," says Tita.
She gives a sudden shrug of her shoulders.

She is still lying on the rug, her face resting on the palms of her hands.

Again she lifts her eyes slowly to Rylton; it is an entirely inconsequent glance--a purely idle glance--and yet it suddenly occurs to Mrs.Bethune, watching her narrowly, that there is coquetry in it; undeveloped, certainly, but _there_.

She is now a child; but later on?
Maurice is smiling back at the child as if amused.

Mrs.Bethune lays her hands upon his arm--Lady Rylton has gone away with old Lady Eshurst.
"Maurice! there will be just time for a walk before tea," says she in a whisper, her beautiful face uplifted very near to his.