"Do you remember that when we were children, Norman, you used to criticise my dress ?" "Did I?
It was very rude of me.

I should not venture to criticise anything so marvelous now.

It is a wonderful dress, Philippa; in the light it looks like moonbeams, in the shade like snow.

Do you suppose I should ever have the courage to criticise anything so beautiful ?" "Do you really like it, Norman--without flattery ?" "I never flatter, Philippa, not even in jest; you should know that." "I never heard you flatter," she acknowledged.

"I took pains with my toilet, Norman, to please you; if it does so I am well content." "There is another waltz," said Lord Arleigh; "we will go back to the ball-room." "Make him love me!" she said to herself, in bitter disdain.