That look, voice, manner, completed the conquest that had been maturing for weeks and months.

The flushed cheek, the sparkling eyes, the tall, slight, erect figure, the voice, deportment--all were those of a lady in mind as well as person.
'Gladys, hear me calmly.

I do not wish to insult you; I have never meant anything by my attentions to Miss Gwynne.' 'Then you are a--' Gladys checked herself.
'A villain, you would say.

Not at all.

I merely pay Miss Gwynne the civilities due to her.