She did not know that her eyes were getting through his guard, that her dimples were stabbing his heart to its middle.
"You have other advantages," he replied, "which far overbalance my greater stature and stronger muscles." Then after a pause he added: "After all a girl must be a girl." Something in his face, something in her heart, startled her so that she made a quick little move like that of a restless bird.
"You are beautiful and that makes my eyes and my hand uncertain," he went on.

"Were I fencing with a man there would be no glamour." He spoke in English, which he did not often do in conversation with her.

It was a sign that he was somewhat wrought upon.

She followed his rapid words with difficulty; but she caught from them a new note of feeling.

He saw a little pale flare shoot across her face and thought she was angry.
"You should not use your dimples to distract my vision," he quickly added, with a light laugh.