It was like looking down into the very fountain of life--no, of humanity.
"I have been watching your daughter," she began casually.

"She is very pretty." "Yes, she is pretty enough"-- his tone was playful--"but I don't like this craze for short hair." She looked him over calmly.

Indirect methods would be wasted on such an opponent.

"You must admire Mrs.Stribling's." "I do.

Don't you ?" His glance roved to the ample beauty beside John Benham.