"That is very prettily said, isn't it ?" I was silent.

I never could endure compliments.

They are seldom sincere, and it gives me no pleasure to be told lies, however prettily they may be worded.

Signor Cellini appeared to divine my thoughts, for he said in a lower tone: "Pardon me, mademoiselle; I see my observation displeased you; but there is more truth in it than you perhaps know." "Oh, say!" interrupted Mrs.Everard at this juncture; "I am SO interested, signor, to hear you are engaged! I suppose she is a dream of beauty ?" The hot colour rushed to my cheeks, and I bit my lips in confusion and inquietude.

What WOULD he answer?
My anxiety was not of long duration.
Cellini smiled, and seemed in no way surprised.