The pictures must be changed in position; some wanted more, some less light; the curtains were too heavy, the flower vases too gorgeous.
"Does he mind these things much ?" I ventured to ask.
"He likes to see every thing round him elegant and classic," replied Edith; "he has the most fastidious taste in the world.

I am so glad, Gabriella, that you are pretty, that you are really classically beautiful, for he will think so much more of you for being so.

He ought not, perhaps; but one cannot help having a fine taste.

He cannot abide any thing coarse or unrefined." "He will not think of me at all, I am sure he will not," I answered, while a vivid blush of pleasure at her sweet flattery stole over my cheek..