And if I have only one hop down the
promenade, I want it to be with a girl who'll remind me of some one that
is making West Kensington worth inhabiting. Only think, Marmion, of a
girl like her--a graduate in arts, whose name and picture have been in
all the papers--being willing to make up with me, Dick Hungerford! She is
as natural and simple as a girl can be, and doesn't throw Greek roots at
you, nor try to convince you of the difference between the songs of the
troubadours and the sonnets of Petrarch. She doesn't care a rap whether
Dante's Beatrice was a real woman or a principle; whether James the First
poisoned his son; or what's the margin between a sine and a cosine. She
can take a fence in the hunting-field like a bird--! Oh, all right, just
hold still, and I'll unfasten it." And he struggled with a recalcitrant
buckle. "Well, you'll not forget about Miss Treherne, will you? She ought
to go just as she is. Fancy-dress on her would be gilding the gold; for,
though she isn't surpassingly beautiful, she is very fine, very fine
indeed. There, now, you're yourself again, and look all the better for
it.
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