"Really, Florence, you look quite splendid; I would not know you for the same girl.  How your figure has changed; you have attained quite an elegant shape, my love--small waist, rounded form, a little pale, paler than I should wish, but your eyes have greatly improved; they have got a sort of pathetic expression in them which is very becoming, very becoming indeed."  Mrs. Aylmer danced in front of Florence, examining each feature critically, her own small eyes twinkling, and her round face flushing in her excitement.