It's a French trick, and you wouldn't understand; but it's got at by slewing round the head a trifle, and a tiny, tiny foreshortening of one side of the face from the angle of the chin to the top of the left ear.

That, and deepening the shadow under the lobe of the ear.

It was flagrant trick-work; but, having the notion fixed, I felt entitled to play with it,--Oh, you beauty!' 'Amen! She is a beauty.

I can feel it.' 'So will every man who has any sorrow of his own,' said Dick, slapping his thigh.

'He shall see his trouble there, and, by the Lord Harry, just when he's feeling properly sorry for himself he shall throw back his head and laugh,--as she is laughing.