She could not help feeling that both Mrs.Ralph's brilliancy and Miss Brooke's insouciant prettiness were not unworthy of being counted in the running, but Lady Agatha seemed somehow so much more completely the thing wanted.

She was anxious that she should always look her best, and when she knew that disturbing letters were fretting her, and saw that they made her look pale and less luminous, she tried to raise her spirits.
"Suppose we take a brisk walk," she would say, "and then you might try a little nap.

You look a little tired." "Oh," said Agatha one day, "how kind you are to me! I believe you actually care about my complexion--about my looking well." "Lord Walderhurst said to me the other day," was Emily's angelically tactful answer, "that you were the only woman he had ever seen who _always_ looked lovely." "Did he ?" exclaimed Lady Agatha, and flushed sweetly.

"Once Sir Bruce Norman actually said that to me.

I told him it was the nicest thing that could be said to a woman.