Various, The Harmsworth Magazine, Vol. 1…
“ Berend, his face devoid of expression, though he had just been introduced to the most beautiful girl in Brussels, was looking down silently.Lady Anstiss, her shoulder turned to him, was bestowing her slow, sweet smile, the smile that had already made her famous as a beauty, on someone in the distance."What stage of acquaintanceship must one reach," he said, gravely, "before being promoted to the honour of a smile from Lady Anstiss Carlyon?"She looked a little annoyed."Some people never reach it," she answered; "the majority in fact. I reserve it for my personal friends—and they are few." ”
