'I am not a particularly melodious reciter.' He vowed he could listen to her eternally, eternally.
His face, on a screw of the neck and shoulders, was now perpetually three-quarters fronting.

Ah! she was going to leave.

'Yes, and you will find my return quite early enough,' said Diana, stepping a trifle more briskly.

His fist was raised on the length of the arm, as if in invocation.

'Not in the whole of London is there a woman worthy to fasten your shoe-buckles! My oath on it! I look; I can't spy one.' Such was his flattering eloquence.
She told him not to think it necessary to pay her compliments.