Jessie was rather repelled than attracted--all of which he saw.
Conscious that he was wholly misrepresenting himself in the young lady's eyes, and feeling, moreover, that he was only spoiling pleasant company, Hendrickson, after a brief call, left the field clear to his rival.

Jessie accompanied him to the door.
"I shall be pleased to see you again, Mr.Hendrickson," she said, in a tone of voice that betrayed something of her interest in him.
He turned to look into her eyes.

They sustained his penetrating gaze only for a moment and then her long lashes lay upon her crimsoning cheeks.
"Not if I show myself as stupid as I have been this morning," said the young man.
"I have never thought you stupid, Mr.Hendrickson." "I am dull at times," he said, hesitating, and slightly confused.
"Good morning!" he added, abruptly, and turned off without another look into the eyes that were upon him; and in which he would have read more than his heart had dared to hope for.
"What a boor!" exclaimed Dexter as Miss Loring returned to the parlor.
"Oh, no, not a boor, sir.

Far, very far from that," answered the young lady promptly.
"Well, you don't call him a gentleman, do you ?" "I have seen nothing that would rob him of the title," said Miss Loring.
"A true gentleman will put on a gentlemanly exterior; for he is courteous by instinct--and especially when ladies are present.

A true gentleman, moreover, is always at his ease.