See him now.

He counts his years by scores; and he has about as many wrinkles as you when you're smiling.
His cheeks are as red as yours now you're blushing.

You ought to have left off that trick by this time.

It's well enough in a boy." Against her will she was drawn to the young man, and her consciousness of it plucked her back to caution with occasional jerks--quaint alternations of the familiar and the harshly formal, in the stranger's experience.
"If I have your permission, Lady Charlotte," said he, "the reason why I mount red a little--if I do it--is, you mention Lord Ormont, and I have followed his career since I was the youngest of boys." "Good to begin with the worship of a hero.

He can't sham, can't deceive--not even a woman; and you're old enough to understand the temptation: they're so silly.