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I am expiring with curiosity. The thing is too absurd.'
'Why absurd?' asked Maulevrier, sitting where she bade him, and
studiously perusing the name in his hat, as if it were a revelation.
'Oh, for a thousand reasons,' answered Lesbia, switching the flowers in
the balcony with her light little whip. 'First and foremost it is absurd
to think of any one so buried alive as poor Mary is finding an admirer;
and secondly--well--I don't want to be rude to my own sister--but Mary
is not particularly attractive.'
'Mary is the dearest girl in the world.'
'Very likely. I only said that she is not particularly attractive.'
'And do you think there is no attraction in goodness, in freshness and
innocence, candour, generosity--?'
'I don't know. But I think that if Mary's nose had been a thought
longer, and if she had kept her skin free from freckles she would have
been almost pretty.'
'Do you really? Luckily for Mary the man who is going to marry her
thinks her lovely.'
'I suppose he likes freckles. I once heard a man say he did.


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