I also retain a white scar above one of my eyes, in common with at least eight out of every ten men I know.
"Do you ever hear from your cousin ?" Sir Lionel asked one day in careless tones.
"Polly writes to me sometimes," said I.
"You can show me the next letter you get," said Sir Lionel condescendingly; which I accordingly did, and thenceforward he saw all my letters from her.

I was soon clever enough to discover that Leo liked to be asked after by his old friends, and to receive messages from them, which led me to write to Polly, begging her always to send "nice messages" to Sir Lionel, as he would then treat me well, and perhaps give me some of his smoked bacon for breakfast.

Her reply was characteristic: "MY DEAR REGIE,--" I shan't send nice messages to Leo.

I am sorry you showed him the letter where I said he was handsome.

Handsome is that handsome does, and if he treats you badly he is very ugly, and I hate him.