They were all good-looking enough; perhaps they set store on that--men are so vain.
And as for her own rejected suitor, Fairfax Munroe, except for a kind of grave and proper motherliness about his protecting manner, he absolutely was the most indistinctive of them all.

He had once brought her some rare tea from the Chinese camp, and had taught her how to make it; he had cautioned her against sitting under the trees at nightfall; he had once taken off his coat to wrap around her.

Really, if this were the only evidence of devotion that could be shown, she was safe! "Well," said Jessie, "it amuses you, I see." Christie checked the smile that had been dimpling the cheek nearest Jessie, and turned upon her the face of an elder sister.
"Tell me, have YOU noticed this extraordinary attention of Mr.Munroe to me ?" "Candidly ?" asked Jessie, seating herself comfortably on the table sideways, and endeavoring, to pull her skirt over her little feet.
"Honest Injun ?" "Don't be idiotic, and, above all, don't be slangy! Of course, candidly." "Well, no.

I can't say that I have." "Then," said Christie, "why in the name of all that's preposterous, do they persist in pairing me off with the least interesting man of the lot ?" Jessie leaped from the table.
"Come now," she said, with a little nervous laugh, "he's not so bad as all that.

You don't know him.