It is not easy to affect the pleased surprise which the sudden appearance of something beautiful brings into the face of a man who is not expecting anything unusual.
'Oh, I say!' exclaimed the Greek.

'Let me look at you!' And instead of coming forward to take her hand, he stepped back in order not to lose anything of the wonderful effect by being too near.
Margaret stood still and smiled in the peculiar way which is a woman's equivalent for a cat's purring.

Then, to Logotheti's still greater delight, she slowly turned herself round, to be admired, like a statue on a pivoted pedestal, quite regardless of a secret consciousness that Margaret Donne would not have done such a thing for him, and probably not for any other man.
'You're really too utterly stunning!' he cried.
In moments of enthusiasm he sometimes out-Englished Englishmen.
'I'm glad you like it,' Margaret said.

'This is the first time I've worn it.' 'If you put it on for me, thank you! If not, thank you for putting it on! I'm not asking, either.

I should think you would wear it if you were alone for the mere pleasure of feeling like a goddess.' 'You're very nice!' She was satisfied, and for a moment she forgot Pompeo Stromboli, the _Elisir d'Amore_, the public, and the critics.