"But I don't see why I should not fail." "That is easily explained." "Why ?" "No looking-glass about." She gave a little pout, but she liked it.
The music of the next dance was beginning, and, remembering their social obligations, they both rose.

She laid her hand on his arm, and for a moment his fingers pressed hers.

He smiled down into her upturned eyes with love, but without passion.

He never for a second risked the "gentleman" and showed the "man." He was suggestive of a forest pool with a smiling rippled surface.

There might be depth, but it was yet unpenetrated.
"Shall we go now," he said, "and say a few words in passing to my redoubtable father?
It might be effective." "Yes, if you like," she answered promptly.