oes not know that look of ubiquitous
ivory produced by teeth which are too perfect in a face which is
otherwise poor? Her nose at the base spread a little,--so that it was
not purely Grecian. But who has ever seen a nose to be eloquent and
expressive, which did not so spread? It was, I think, the vitality
of her countenance,--the way in which she could speak with every
feature, the command which she had of pathos, of humour, of sympathy,
of satire, the assurance which she gave by every glance of her eye,
every elevation of her brow, every curl of her lip, that she was
alive to all that was going on,--it was all this rather than those
feminine charms which can be catalogued and labelled that made all
acknowledge that she was beautiful.

"Lord Silverbridge," said Mr. Boncassen, speaking a little through
his nose, "I am proud to make your acquaintance, sir. Your father is
a man for whom we in our country have a great respect. I think, sir,
you must be proud of such a father."

"Oh yes,--no doubt," said Silverbridge awkwardly. Then Mr. Boncassen
continued his discourse with the gentlemen around him. Upon this our
friend turned to the young lady. "Have you been long in England, Miss
Boncassen?"

"Long enough to have heard about you and your father," she said,
speaking with no slightest twang.

"I hope you have not heard any evil of me."

"Well!"

"I'm sure you can't have heard much good."

"I know you didn't win the Derby."

"You've been long enough to hear that?"

"Do you suppose we don't interest ourselves about the Derby in New
York? Why, when we arrived at Queenstown I was leaning over the
taffrail so that I might ask the first man on board the tender
whether the Prime Minister had won."

"And he said he hadn't."

"I can't conceive why you of all men should call your horse by such a
name. If my father had been President of the United States, I don't
think I'd call a horse President."

"I didn't name the horse."

"I'd have changed it. But is it not very impudent in me to be finding
fault with you the first time I have ever seen you? Shall you have a
horse at Ascot?"

"There will be something going, I suppose. Nothing that I care
about." Lord Silverbridge had made up his mind that he would go to no
races with Tifto before the Leger. The Leger would be an affair of
such moment as to demand his presence. After that should come the
complete rupture between him and Tifto.

Then there was a movement among