Are you fond of the country ?" "Oh, yes," sighed Emily; "oh, yes!" She was not a specially articulate person.

She could not have conveyed in words all that her "Oh, yes!" really meant of simple love for and joy in rural sights and sounds and scents.

But when she lifted her big kind hazel eyes to him, the earnestness of her emotion made them pathetic, as the unspeakableness of her pleasures often did.
Lord Walderhurst gazed at her through the monocle with an air he sometimes had of taking her measure without either unkindliness or particular interest.
"Is Lady Agatha fond of the country ?" he inquired.
"She is fond of everything that is beautiful," she replied.

"Her nature is as lovely as her face, I think." "Is it ?" Emily walked a step or two away to a rose climbing up the gray-red wall, and began to clip off blossoms, which tumbled sweetly into her basket.
"She seems lovely in everything," she said, "in disposition and manner and--everything.

She never seems to disappoint one or make mistakes." "You are fond of her ?" "She has been so kind to me." "You often say people are kind to you." Emily paused and felt a trifle confused.