The yellow book: an illustrated quarterly (7.1895)

A Correspondence

By Netta Syrett

I

a t think she is perfectly lovely,” Mrs. Yeo exclaimed,
i enthusiastically.
She made a slight indicative movement towards the far corner
of the drawing-room, where the folds of a white dress and the
feathery edges of a fan were just visible from her corner of the
sofa.
“ Ah, I thought you would be surprised.”
Mrs. Lockyer spoke in the proprietary tone of one who has
discovered some priceless treasure and for the first time displays it
to the gaze of the multitude.
“ They are altogether an ideal couple, aren’t they ? ” she
continued. “ I always say he is quite ridiculously good-looking
—too handsome for a mere man ! ”
“ They met in Rome, you say ? ”
“Yes, quite lately ; only a few weeks ago, in fact, when the
Armstrongs were travelling in Italy. He’d hardly known her a week
before he proposed, and it’s scarcely a fortnight now since the day
they met—so her mother says. This is his last evening. He’s
going back to-morrow to Rome ; he has some work to finish there,
I understand