You ought to start a school." "Am I all right ?" she queried, smartly, but with a sense of self-distrust for the moment, and all because of him.
"You're perfect.

Couldn't be nicer.

Splendid!" She took heart.
"I wish your friends would think so.

You'd better hurry." He went up-stairs, and she followed, looking first into the dining-room again.

At least that was right.