"That makes a difference." "I quite see all Daphne's strong points," I answered, still smiling, for I could perceive he was very far gone.

"She is good-looking, and she is clever." "Clever!" he echoed.

"Profound! She has a most unusual intellect.

She stands alone." "Like her mother's silk dresses," I murmured, half under my breath.
He took no notice of my flippant remark, but went on with his rhapsody.
"Such depth; such penetration! And then, how sympathetic! Why, even to a mere casual acquaintance like myself, she is so kind, so discerning!" "ARE you such a casual acquaintance ?" I inquired, with a smile.

(It might have shocked Aunt Fanny to hear me; but THAT is the way we ask a young man his intentions nowadays.) He stopped short and hesitated.