A piece of ice dropped down her back could not have startled her more.

It was apparently tactless, and yet it was anything but tactless.

She looked up quickly, directly, but his strong eyes were too much for her.
"Why, yes," she answered, as the music stopped, trying to keep an even tone to her voice.

She was glad they were walking toward a chair.
"I like you so much," he said, "that I have been wondering if you really like me." There was an appeal in his voice, soft and gentle.

His manner was almost sad.
"Why, yes," she replied, instantly, returning to her earlier mood toward him.