Of course, she saw him start and the frank admiration in his eyes, and she smiled as she drew herself up with a proud consciousness of her beauty.
"Shall I do ?" she asked, knowing well what the answer would be.
"You're simply splendacious," Derrick assured her.

"That costume suits you down to the ground.

You're magnificent." She flushed beneath her paint, and her lids drooped.
"I'm glad you like it," she said.

"Yes, I think I shall knock them." "You'll knock them silly," said Derrick, confidently.
Then Alice stepped out from the dressing-room, a very different figure, in her conventional short skirt and silk-clad legs.

She looked very slight and fragile, very fairy-like, against the gorgeous figure of Isabel, and she glanced down at herself deprecatingly, then raised her eyes appealingly to Derrick, who responded promptly.
"You look too beautiful to be real, both of you," he said.