It had come at last, the moment I had been thinking about for days. I was goingto have him all to myself, the only person in the world I ever loved.
He had asked me to sit out two dances, and that made me think he really mustwant to be with me, not just because I’m the “pretty girl’s sister,” butbecause I’m myself, Lisa Drummond.
Being what I am,—queer, and plain, I can’t bear to think that men like girlsfor their beauty; yet I can’t help liking men better if they are handsome.
I don’t know if Ivor Dundas is the handsomest man I ever saw, but he seems soto me. I don’t know if he is very good, or really very wonderful, although he’sclever and ambitious enough; but he has a way that makes women fond of him