'I can't quite make out the relationship,' she said, in a puzzled tone. 'You are always talking about this Gladys. Is she really so beautiful and fascinating? And who is Miss Darrell?' 'You had better ask me,' interrupted Jill, quite rudely, 'for Ursula is so absurdly infatuated about the whole family; she thinks them all quite perfect, with the exception of the double-faced lady, Miss Darrell; but they are very ordinary,--quite ordinary people, I assure you.' 'Now, Jill, we do not want any of your impertinence. Lesbia would rather hear my description of my friends.' 'On the contrary, she would prefer the opinion of an unprejudiced person,' persisted Jill, with a voluble eloquence that took away my breath. 'Listen to me, Lesbia. This Mr. Hamilton that Ursula is always talking about'--how I longed to box Jill's pretty little ears! she had lovely ears, pink and shell-like, hidden under her black locks--'is an ugly, disagreeable-looking man.' 'Oh!' from Lesbia, in rather a disappointed tone. 'He is quite old,--about five-and-thirty, they say,--and he has a long smooth-shaven face like a Jesuit. I don't recollect seeing a Jesuit, though; but he is very like one all the same. He has dark eyes that stare somehow and seem to put you down, and he has a way of laughing at you civilly that makes you wild; and Ursula believes in him, and is quite meek in his presence, just because he is a doctor and orders her about.' 'My dear Lesbia, I hope you are taking Jill's measure with a grain of salt. Mr. Hamilton is not disagreeable, and he never orders me about.' Jill shook her head at me, and went on: 'Then there is the double-faced lady--but never mind her; we both hate her.' 'You mean Miss Darrell, Mr. Hamilton's cousin?' 'Yes, Witch Etta, as Lady Betty calls her. She is a dark-eyed, slim piece of elegance, utterly dependent on her clothes for beauty; she dresses perfectly, and makes herself out a good-looking woman, but she is not really good-looking; and she is always talking, and her talk is exciting, because there is always something behind her words, something mildly suggestive of volcanoes, or something equally pleasant and enlivening. If she smiles, for instance, one seems to think one must find out the meaning of that.' 'Who has taught you all this, Jill?' asked Lesbia, bewildered by this sarcasm.