You don't show any evidences of wear." "Oh, I never was so well in my life!" "You will pardon me for mentioning it here, but--but I was sorry to hear from Mr.Harwood that the teaching is necessary." He was quite right, she thought, in saying that the time and place were ill-suited to such a remark.

He leaned against the wall and she noticed that his lids drooped wearily.

He seemed content to linger there, where they caught fitfully glimpses of Marian's bright, happy face in the dance.

Mrs.Owen and Mrs.Bassett were sitting in a group of dowagers at the other end of the ballroom, identifying and commenting upon the season's debutantes.
"I suppose you are very busy now," Sylvia remarked.
Yes; this will be a busy session." "And I suppose you have more to do than the others; it's the penalty of leadership." He flushed at the compliment, changed his position slightly, and avoided her eyes for a moment.

She detected in him to-night something that had escaped her before.