A PAIR OF BLUE
EYES.
of nature, I have learnt the language of her illegitimate
sister
—
artificiality
and the
fibbing of eyes, the contempt of nose
tips,
the indignation of back hair, the laughter
of clothes, the cynicism of footsteps, and the various emotions lying in walking-stick
hat -liftings, the elevation of parasols,
t^irls,
the carriage of umbrellas, become as
ABC
to me.
'Just look at that sister class of
mamma
daughter's -eldest-
in the carriage across
continued to Elfride, pointiug
there,' she
with merely a turn of her eye. sorbing self-consciousness that
is
'
humiliating to a lover of one's
is
most
country.
hardly believe, would you, that
members of a Fashionable World, whose fessed zero
ab-
of her position
shown by her countenance
You would
The
is
far
pro-
above the highest degree
of the humble, could be so ignorant of the
elementary instincts of reticence.' '
How ?'
'Why,
to bear
on their
faces, as plainly
