A PAIR OF BLUE EYES. sense, a
handsome
face at three-and-forty
had never served a man
The new house and they were
at
in better stead.
Kensington was ready, town.
all in
The Hyde-Park shrubs had been
trans-
planted as usual, the chairs ranked in the grass edgings trimmed, the roads to look as if they
brisk,
had been
carriages
easeful,
and the Drive and
horses for the
Kow
were again
the groove of gaiety for an hour.
upon the
spectacle,
midsummer
made
were suffering from a
heavy thunderstorm called for for the
line,
at six o'clock
afternoon,
in
We
gaze
on
this
a melon-frame
atmosphere and beneath a yiolet sky.
Swancourt equipage
formed one
in
The the
stream.
Mrs. Swancourt was a talker of talk of the incisive kind, which her low musical
— the only beautiful point in the old woman — prevented from being wearisome. voice
'Now,' she said to Elfride, who, like
^neas
at Carthage,
was
full of
admiration
