Having observed that you haven't set off any of your advantages, I will sit here and look into your face in silence, which is as much as to say that no matter how you dress you can't spoil a very excellent figure, Sally.

I suppose you've heard that before ?" "Lots of times," she muttered.
"But you wouldn't hear it from me.

All I would do would be to sit and stare and let you imagine what I'm thinking.

And you'd begin to see that in spite of the way you do your hair you can't spoil its colour nor its texture." He raised his other hand and touched it.
"Like silk, Sally." He studied her closely, noting the flush which began to touch her cheeks.
"Part of the game is for you to keep looking me in the eye." "Well, I'll be--Go on, I'm game." "Is it hard to sit like this--silently?
Do I do it badly ?" "No, you show lots of practice.

How many have you tried this method on, Bard ?" He made a vague gesture and then, smiling: "Millions, Sally, and they all liked it." "So do I." And they laughed together, and grew serious at the same instant.
"All silence--like this ?" she queried.
"No; after a while I would say: 'You are beautiful.'" "You don't get a blue ribbon for that, Bard." "Not for the words, but the way they're said, which shows I mean them." She blinked as though to clear her eyes and then met his stare again.
"You know you are beautiful, Sally." "With a pug nose--freckles--and all that ?" "Just a tip-tilt in the nose, Sally.