It seemed quite as undeniable, as we stood there, that Ned Ferry owed
Cécile a better acquaintance. Every new hour enhanced her graces, and
were I, here, less engrossed with her companion, I could pitch the
praises of Cécile upon almost as high and brilliant a key--there may be
room for that yet. Ferry moved on at her side. Charlotte stayed a moment
to laugh at a squirrel, and then turned to walk, saying with eyes on
the earth--
"If I tell you something, will you never tell?"