Miss Isabel is my taste." Lady Lydiard's face assumed a look of blank dismay.

"I am afraid I have failed to convey my exact meaning to you," she said.
Hardyman gravely declared that he understood her perfectly.

"Perfectly!" he repeated, with his impenetrable obstinacy.

"Your Ladyship exactly expresses my opinion of Miss Isabel.

Prudent, and cheerful, and sweet-tempered, as you say--all the qualities in a woman that I admire.
With good looks, too--of course, with good looks.