"Of course, I knew about your singing, but everything else--seemed such a surprise." "For instance ?" "Why, I mean your dancing," he went on, "and somehow or other you looked different on the stage." She shook her head.
"'Different' won't do for me," she persisted.

"I must have something more specific." "Well, then, you looked much prettier than I thought you were," Tavernake declared, solemnly.

"You looked exceedingly nice." "You really thought so ?" she asked, a little doubtfully.
"I really thought so.

I thought you looked much nicer than any of the others." She squeezed his arm affectionately.
"Dear Leonard," she said, "it's so nice to have you think so.

Do you know, Mr.Grier actually asked me out to supper." "What impertinence!" Tavernake muttered.
Beatrice threw her head back and laughed.
"My dear brother," she protested, "it was a tremendous compliment.