was worse than pretty! I made a memorandum of her during service, as she sat under the dark carved-oak canopy, with this Latin inscription over her head:
Carlton cum Dolby Letania IX Solidorum Super Flumina Confitebor tibi Duc probati
There ought to be a law against a woman's making a picture of herself, unless she is willing to allow an artist to 'fix her' properly in his gallery of types.
A black-and-white sketch doesn't give any definite idea of this charmer's charms, but sometime I'll fill it in--hair, sweet little hat, gown, and eyes, all in golden brown, a cape of tawny sable slipping off her arm, a knot of yellow primroses in her girdle, carved-oak background, and the afternoon sun coming through a stained-glass window. Great Jove! She had a most curious effect on me, that girl! I can't explain it--very curious, altogether new, and rather pleasant. When one of the choir-boys sang 'Oh for the wings of a dove!' a tear rolled out of one of her lovely eyes and down her smooth brown che
Nice touches of humour and lots of charm in this novella.
A very tame romance set against a background of English tourism.