He gave us such a delightful five-minute talk on modernity.

Quoting Huneker, he spoke of it as a 'quality'-- and 'that nervous, naked vibration'-- " She ended with a capricious gesture which might have meant anything ineffable, or an order for a Bronx cocktail.
"What's a nervous, naked vibration ?" demanded Neville, with an impatient shrug.

"It sounds like a massage parlour--not," he added with respect, "that Huneker doesn't know what he's talking about.

Nobody doubts that.
Only art is one delicious bouillabaisse to him." The Countess d'Enver laughed, still retaining Valerie's hand: "Your gown is charming--may I add that you are disturbingly beautiful, Miss West?
When they have given you some tea, will you find me if I can't find you ?" "Yes, I will," said Valerie.
At the tea table Neville brought her a glass of sherry and a bite of something squashy; a number of people spoke to him and asked to be presented to Valerie.

Her poise, her unconsciousness, the winning simplicity of her manner were noticed everywhere, and everywhere commented on.