She was certainly a picture to dream of! Her father's eyes lost nothing of her dainty beauty.

He was so proud of her that he almost forgot to wish that she had been a boy.
The pleasure he felt in her appearance was increased by the fact that her dress was his own idea.
During luncheon Stephen was fairly silent; she usually chattered all through as freely as a bird sings.

Stephen was silent because the occasion was important.

Besides, Daddy wasn't all alone, and therefore had not to be cheered up.

Also--this in postscript form--Harold was silent! In her present frame of mind Harold could do no wrong, and what Harold did was right.