"She's got beautiful feet." "She's got Louis Quinze heels," returned his Lordship.
At all events, Emily Fox-Seton thought Miss Brooke seemed to intend to rather keep out of his way and to practise no delicate allurements.

When her tennis-playing was at an end, she sauntered about the lawn and terraces with her companion, tilting her parasol prettily over her shoulder, so that it formed an entrancing background to her face and head.

She seemed to be entertaining the young man.

His big laugh and the silver music of her own lighter merriment rang out a little tantalisingly.
"I wonder what Cora is saying," said Mrs.Brooke to the group at large.
"She always makes men laugh so." Emily Fox-Seton felt an interest herself, the merriment sounded so attractive.

She wondered if perhaps to a man who had been so much run after a girl who took no notice of his presence and amused other men so much might not assume an agreeable aspect.
But he took more notice of Lady Agatha Slade than of any one else that evening.