She simply verified and stabilized the assertion that physically the newer generations of girls were markedly more beautiful than those of any generation before.
Bessy either forgot to introduce her escort or did not care to.

She nodded a dismissal to him, spoke sweetly to Blair, and then took the empty chair next to Lane.
"You're having a rotten time," she said, leaning close to him.

She seemed all fragrance and airy grace and impelling life.
Lane had to smile.

"How do you know ?" "I can tell by your face.

Now aren't you ?" "Well, to be honest, Miss Bessy" "For tripe's sake, don't be so formal," she interrupted.