Lynde came up with a look of keen approval written on his handsome brown face.

"Will you let me tell you how nice you look ?" he said, sinking into the chair opposite.
"You show beautiful taste in choosing the right colors.

Your ear-rings go so well with your hair." Although Aileen feared because of his desperateness, she was caught by his sleek force--that air of iron strength under a parlor mask.

His long, brown, artistic hands, hard and muscular, indicated an idle force that might be used in many ways.

They harmonized with his teeth and chin.
"So you came, didn't you ?" he went on, looking at her steadily, while she fronted his gaze boldly for a moment, only to look evasively down.
He still studied her carefully, looking at her chin and mouth and piquant nose.