Alfred was fascinated, and a little afraid.

Fanny moved her Junonine shoulders, bent her swan-like neck, drew off one glove and played with her rings, fanned herself gently at intervals, and, with just enough embarrassment not to frighten her companion, opened and closed her fan.
"What a fine fellow Bowdoin Beacon is!" said Miss Fanny, a little suddenly, and in a tone of suppressed admiration, as she drew on her glove and laid her fan in her lap, as if on the point of departure.
"Yes, he's a very good sort of fellow." "How cold you men always are in speaking of each other! I think him a splendid fellow.

He's so handsome.

He has such glorious dark hair--almost as dark as yours, Mr.Dinks." Alfred half raged, half smiled.
"Do you know," continued Fanny, looking down a little, and speaking a little lower--"do you know if he has any particular favorites among the girls here ?" Alfred was dreadfully alarmed.
"If he has, how happy they must be! I think him a magnificent sort of man; but not precisely the kind I should think a girl would fall in love with.

Should you ?" "No," replied Alfred, mollified and bewildered.