those are not the things that make him the most charming man I ever met. Oh dear, no! Ever so many men one knows have good eyes, and talk well, and are gentlemen in every way. I'm sure you wouldn't have a man about if he wasn't a gentleman. Would you?"
"Oh no—in a wider sense—all the men we have to do with are, of course—"
"Well," argued Augusta, "that's just what I'm telling you, my dear. It isn't those things. It lies much deeper. It's a sort of refined appreciation—an appreciative refinement—both, you know. Now, the other day, do you remember?—when I was playing that Mazurka of Chopin—did you notice his expression?"
"But he always has that expression when anything pleases him very much," said Miss Elizabeth.
"Yes, I know. But just then, it was quite extraordinary—there's something almost child like—"
"If you go on about Mr. Brinsley in this way much longer, you'll all have a fit," observed Fanny Trehearne.
