"Now for the next few minutes you must please devote yourself to making me comfortable.

Put everything down, Phoebe.

Mr.Romilly will look after me." For a moment he paused before proceeding to his task.
"I want to look at you," he confessed.

"Remember I have only seen you under the electric lights of the saloon, or in that queer, violet gloom of last night.

Why, you have quite light hair, and I thought it was dark!" She laughed good-humouredly and turned slowly around.
"Here I am," she announced, "a much bephotographed person.