He blushed, too, spiritually, as it were.

He had invited himself to dine with her merely to watch her table manners.
They were exquisite.

Knowing the South Seas from hearsay and by travel, he knew something of that inertia which blunted the fineness, innate and acquired, of white men and women, the eternal warfare against indifference and slovenliness.

Only the strong survived.

This queer father of hers had given her everything but his arms.