What are they ?" "Blue--with a sort of violet tint," he said promptly.
She laughed and lowered her hands.
"All that personal attention paid to me!" she exclaimed.

"You are turning my head, Captain Selwyn.

Besides, you are astonishing me, because you never seem to know what women wear or what they resemble when I ask you to describe the girls with whom you have been dining or dancing." It was a new note in their cordial intimacy--this nascent intrusion of the personal.

To her it merely meant his very charming recognition of her maturity--she was fast becoming a woman like other women, to be looked at and remembered as an individual, and no longer classed vaguely as one among hundreds of the newly emerged whose soft, unexpanded personalities all resembled one another.
For some time, now, she had cherished this tiny grudge in her heart--that he had never seemed to notice anything in particular about her except when he tried to be agreeable concerning some new gown.

The contrast had become the sharper, too, since she had awakened to the admiration of other men.