O happy day! to take part in a really truly adventure, without the assistance of a romancer!" "I think you are one of the most charming women I have ever met," he replied.
"Some women would object to the modification, but I rather like it." "I withdraw the modification." The smile on his lips was not reflected in his eyes.
The antithesis of the one expression to the other did not annoy her; rather she was sensitive to a tender exultance the recurrence of which, later in the day, subdued her: for Breitmann at tea turned a few phrases of a similar character.

Fitzgerald was light-hearted and boyish, Breitmann was grave and dignified; but in the eyes of each there was a force she had encountered so seldom as to forget its being.
Breitmann, in his capacity of secretary, was not so often in her company as Fitzgerald; nevertheless she was subtly attracted toward him.

When he was of the mind he could invent a happy compliment with a felicity no less facile than Fitzgerald.

And the puzzling thing of it all was, both men she knew from their histories had never been ornaments at garden-parties where compliments are current coin.

She liked Fitzgerald, but she admired Breitmann, a differentiation which she had no inclination to resolve into first principles.