"Will they be all right ?" "It doesn't matter where we are going," she answered.

"You look very well as you are.

Come and let me put your tie straight." She came close to him and her fingers played for a moment with his tie.
She was very near to him and she laughed deliberately into his face.
Tavernake held himself quite stiff and felt foolish.

He also felt absurdly happy.
"There," she remarked, when she had arranged it to her satisfaction, "you look all right now.

I wonder," she added, half to herself, "what you do look like.