"And I think I shall be able to say something very nice; for I am sure you are clever." He blushed, and his eyes danced.
"You've said something very nice already," he said, gratefully; "and when you say it like that--well, upon my word, it makes me feel that I am clever.

And that's half the battle, Miss Grant.

A man is just what he feels himself to be; that's why nothing succeeds like success; to feel that other people know you can do your job.

Oh, well!" Celia nodded.

"I must go back," she said.