The other smiled meaningly, and raised his brows.
"Ah, my dear boy," he mutely commented, "I am sorry my supposition is true, but it leaves me wiser, and no transparent scheming goes."
"Tell me your opinion of her, Milburn, I am interested deeply."
"Well, I have always said she was positively refreshing," began Robert. "She came upon us to recall a bright world. She came as a revelation to some, a reminiscence to others, and caused our social Sahara to blossom with a suddenly enriched oasis."
"Yes, she has that indescribable lissomeness and grace which she doubtless inherits with her Southern blood. I was attracted, too, by the delicacy of her hands and feet, of which she is pardonably proud. But that scar or something disfigures one hand."
Robert spoke up quickly: "That is a birth-*mark, I think it is a fern leaf."
"A birth-mark! Oh hopelessly plebeian, don't you think?"
"Your Miss Baxter has a very vivid one upon her neck."
"I beg pardon, then, birthmarks are just the thing."
