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"What a miserable, pasty, milk-and-watery young person she is beside that magnificent, unconscious beauty! I give in, Phil! I admit your taste. I'm willing to swear that she's a Sun-Angel if you like. Her voice has convinced me of that." At that instant the song ceased. Errington turned and regarded him steadfastly. "Are you hit, George?" he said softly, with a forced smile.
Forest-empress, sea-goddess, sun-angel by Jove! what next? You are evidently in a very bad way. If I remember rightly, you had a flask of that old green Chartreuse with you. Ah! that accounts for it! Nice stuff, but a little too strong." Errington laughed, and, unabashed by his friend's raillery, proceeded to relate with much vivacity and graphic fervor the occurrences of the morning.
Except that, from long experience, I have proved that it's always dangerous and troublesome to run after a woman. Leave her to run after you she'll do it fast enough." "Wait till you see her. Besides, I'm not running after any woman," averred Philip with some heat. "Oh, I beg your pardon I forgot. She's not a woman; she's a Sun-angel. You are rowing, not running, after a Sun-angel.
"No poachers allowed on the Sun-Angel Manor!" interrupted Lorimer gravely. Philip went on without heeding him. "I'll question Valdemar Svensen after breakfast. He knows everybody about here. Come and have a smoke on deck when I give you the sign, and we'll cross-examine him." Lorimer still looked incredulous. "What's the good of it?" he inquired languidly.
Another sun-angel, the Heliangelus Clarissae, has a deep ruby crimson gorget. In New Granada is also found the curious little snow-cap humming-bird, one of the most rare of the Trochilidae. It is of a brown colour, with a coppery hue, in which, in certain lights, a purple reflection can be perceived. The crown of the head and the tip of the tail-feathers are of a dazzling white.
"This is not a woman!" declared Philip with heat and eagerness, "at least not the sort of woman I have ever known! This is a forest-empress, sea-goddess, or sun-angel! I don't know what she is, upon my life!" Lorimer regarded him with an air of reproachful offense. "Don't go on please don't!" he implored. "I can't stand it I really can't! Incipient verse-mania is too much for me.
"My dear boy, there are no wires of communication between the Sun-angel and myself; nothing but a blank, innocent landscape, over which perhaps some day, the mild lustre of friendship may beam. The girl is beautiful extraordinarily so; but I'm not a 'man o' wax, as Juliet's gabbling old nurse says not in the least impressionable." And forthwith he resumed his oar, saying briskly as he did so
Mr Gould describes the Mars' sun-angel as among the most beautiful of the genus Heliangelus inhabiting the northern end of the Cordilleras. "It has all the charms of novelty to recommend it, and it stands alone among its congeners; no other member of the genus, similarly coloured, having been discovered up to the present time.
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