Do I really adore you? Yes, dear love. With all my power of adoration. 鈥淗is idea is that I should enter your employment as a kind of forewoman in your fabrique.鈥? Perhaps that would be too much to say. I know so little about him. I have scarcely seen him since he was a lad鈥攐nly I have heard things which have prejudiced me, continued Disney, lapsing into moody thoughtfulness. Mr. Kenyon was curious to learn with whom his step-son corresponded, and said: 五月丁香六月婷婷A V 六月婷婷丁香五月首页 Letitia was, however, much more civil to Ernest now. There may be many subtle reasons for such sudden changes of demeanour. Major Cavendish-Diggle was perhaps not remotely connected with Letitia鈥檚. He was Ernest鈥檚 bosom friend; what if he presently developed into a friend and admirer of her own? Letitia was not exactly ill-favored, but she was certainly not a beauty in the strict sense of the term. Dark complexioned and thin lipped, but with a nose too sharp, and cheek bones too high, her face was not strikingly attractive to say the least of it; and the fact was being gradually borne in upon her, as she grew on in years, by the slackness with which suitors sought her hand. Major Cavendish-Diggle was one of the first who showed better taste. Why should not men admire her? She had a neat well-proportioned figure. Her eyes were good, of the deep brown piercing order; her dark hair was abundant and rich. She was a good talker, had all the accomplishments of a well-educated young lady, and a large share of that indescribable air of good breeding, of that perfect ease in manner and thorough savoir faire, which are only to be seen in women of good station鈥攁ll of which Diggle felt would be extremely becoming in a colonel鈥檚 or general officer鈥檚 wife. If the thin lips and fierce eyes foretold a vixenish temper when thwarted, or if the world went wrong with her, these were bad points still in embryo, little likely to deter so matter of fact a wooer as Diggle from prosecuting his suit. I think not. He was not particularly inclined to suspicion, but somehow he had never liked Mr. Denton. The man's manner was hearty and cordial, but there was a sly, searching, crafty look which Oliver had occasionally detected, which set him to thinking. Not so with Nicholas. He had seen much of men's treachery, he had suffered much from it also, but at heart he was disposed to judge favorably of his fellow-men, except where he had special reason to know that they were unreliable.