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`` Is she pretty ? '' `` Very pretty , in rather a childish way , with blue eyes and fair hair . She is not my ideal among women , but no man ever marries his ideal . The man who has sworn by eyes as black as a stormy midnight and raven hair generally unites himself to the most insipid thing in blondes , and the idolater of golden locks takes to wife some frizzy-haired West Indian with an unmistakable dip of the tar-brush . When will you go down to Rivercombe ? '' `` Whenever you like . '' `` The nabob is hospitality itself , and will be delighted to see you if he is to the fore when you go .