Why could he not give the simple and direct expression to his feeling that she gave to hers?
He watched those lips transferred to Nedda, heard her say: "Oh, my darling, how lovely to see you! Do you know this for midge-bites ?" A hand, diving deep into a pocket, returned with a little silver-coated stick having a bluish end.

Felix saw it rise and hover about Nedda's forehead, and descend with two little swift dabs.

"It takes them away at once." "Oh, but Granny, they're not midge-bites; they're only from my hat!" "It doesn't matter, darling; it takes away anything like that." And he thought: 'Mother is really wonderful!' At the house the car had already disgorged their luggage.

Only one man, but he absolutely the butler, awaited them, and they entered, at once conscious of Clara's special pot-pourri.

Its fragrance steamed from blue china, in every nook and crevice, a sort of baptism into luxury.