It is all very tedious for Sallie, who does not seem to like being fallen-in-love-with. To use her own expression, "It spoils it." What it is that it spoils she does not seem able to explain, and if pressed she replies despairingly, "Oh! everything." To a man Sallie is an enigma. She seems desirous of rebuking Nature. She claims from a man comradeship and equality, and he who is not prepared to concede this had better keep out of her way. If some poor wretch, not knowing Sallie’s views, happen to be with her in the country and pause to help her over a stile, he never does so more than once. Sallie’s eyes will smile her thanks and convey a reproach at the same time. On the other hand, in a drawing-room or at a theatre, Sallie would not be likely to overlook the slightest omission. There is about her a quality that is as personal as it is irresistible. I have never known her fail to get what she wanted, just as I have never known her to appear to want what she gets. If Sallie asks me to take her up the river on the Sunday I have invited Aunt Jane to lunch, I explain things to Sallie, and there the matter appears to end; yet on that self-same Sunday Sallie and I go up the river, and on the Monday I have a letter from Aunt Jane saying that I am quite right to take every care of an internal chill! To describe Sallie is impossible. She has very large, expressive, grey eyes, exceedingly long lashes, carmine lips, nondescriptive features, masses of dark brown hair that grows low down upon her forehead, and the quality of attracting the attention of everybody in her vicinity. She dresses well, is the victim of moods, seems to eat nothing, and is as straight as the Boat Race. With a word or a glance she can annihilate or intoxicate. I call to mind one occasion, when what might have been a delightful dinner was being ruined by a bounder, who monopolised the conversation with pointless stories. Sallie waited her chance. "I have a grandfather," began the bounder. "Have you?" enquired Sallie in a tone full of sweetness and meaning. The man subsided. One day Sallie rang me up, and by the impatient "There? There?? There??? Oh, bother!" I knew that something important was in the air. "I am," I replied. "What?" "Here, of course," I replied. "I’ve got it," said Sallie; "I’ve got it." "Heavens!" I responded. "How did you catch it? Hadn’t you better go to bed?" "You’re not a bit funny. Aren’t you glad I’ve got it?" she queried. "Certainly, very glad if you are." "Jack gave it to me." "Really? Has he got it too? What is it?" "A car, of course!"