I like to see the dear boy.

Here come George and Helen Bellew.

Poor George is not quite up to her form, but he's better than most of them.

Doesn't she look lovely this evening ?" Lady Maiden raised her glasses to her eyes by the aid of a tortoise-shell handle.
"Yes, but she's one of those women you never can look at without seeing that she has a--a--body.

She's too-too--d'you see what I mean?
It's almost--almost like a Frenchwoman!" Mrs.Bellew had passed so close that the skirt of her seagreen dress brushed their feet with a swish, and a scent as of a flower-bed was wafted from it.