As an actress even in the fullest flush of her own conscious magnetism gets a deep impression of most of the people in the front row, so Isabelle sized up her antagonist.

First, he had auburn hair, and from her feeling of disappointment she knew that she had expected him to be dark and of garter-advertisement slenderness....

For the rest, a faint flush and a straight, romantic profile; the effect set off by a close-fitting dress suit and a silk ruffled shirt of the kind that women still delight to see men wear, but men were just beginning to get tired of.
During this inspection Amory was quietly watching.
"Don't _you_ think so ?" she said suddenly, turning to him, innocent-eyed.
There was a stir, and Sally led the way over to their table.

Amory struggled to Isabelle's side, and whispered: "You're my dinner partner, you know.

We're all coached for each other." Isabelle gasped--this was rather right in line.