"I wish you could have seen him; but you will some day. I don't know whether you care for men being handsome." Alice thought of John Grey, who was the handsomest man that she knew, but she made no answer. "I do; or, rather, I used to do," continued Lady Glencora. "I don't think I care much about anything now; but I don't see why handsome men should not be run after as much as handsome women."
"But you wouldn't have a girl run after any man, would you; whether handsome or ugly?"
"But they do, you know. When I saw him the other night he was just as handsome as ever;--the same look, half wild and half tame, like an animal you cannot catch, but which you think would love you so if you could catch him. In a little while it was just like the old time, and I had made up my mind to care nothing for the people looking at me."
"And you think that was right?"

"I wish you could have seen him; but you will some day."
Alice thought of John Grey, who was the handsomest man that she knew, but she made no answer.
"When I saw him the other night," Lady Glencora went on, "he was just as handsome as ever - the same look, half wild and half tame, like an animal you cannot catch, but which you think would love you so if you could catch him. It was just like the old time, and I decided to care nothing for the people looking at me. 