It was a cool hand, and a cordial one.
"Martin Hillyard has talked to me about you," he said.
"I like him," she replied.

"He's a dear." "He told me enough to make me frightened at the prospect of meeting you." Joan leaned over the banister.
"But now that we have met, you aren't really frightened, are you ?" she asked in so wistful a voice, and with a look so deeply pleading in her big blue eyes that no young man could have withstood her.
Harry Luttrell laughed.
"I am not.

I am not a bit frightened.

In fact I am almost bold enough to ask you a question." "Yes, Colonel Luttrell ?" The invitation was clear enough.

But the Colonel was suddenly aware of his audacity and faltered.
"Oh, do ask me, Colonel Luttrell!" she pleaded.