The sense of her withdrawal roused his masculine instinct of pursuit.

How different she was from Frances Pickering! How charmingly different.

Yes, in her elaborate little dress of embroidered lawn, with her elaborate garden hat pinned so neatly on her thick fair hair, she pleased him by the sense of contrast.

There was charm in her lack of charm, attraction in her indifference.

How impossible to imagine those grave eyes smiling an alluring smile--he was getting tired of alluring smiles--how impossible to imagine Miss Jakes flirting.
'It's very nice to see you here,' he said.