She was certainly exquisitely beautiful.

Her dress, her carriage, her delicate hands, even her voice, were all perfection.

She gave him the tips of her fingers as Bellamy pronounced his name.
"It is so kind of you," she said, "to come and speak to me.

And indeed you will laugh when I tell you why I thought that I would like to say one word with you." Laverick bowed.
"I am thankful, Mademoiselle," he replied, "for anything which procures me such a pleasure." She smiled.
"Ah! you, too, are gallant," she said.

"But indeed, then, I fear you will not be flattered when I tell you why I was so interested.
I read all your newspapers.