Upon her face there came a blank look.

Why was he displeased?
But the spasm passed.

He shrugged his shoulders and threw off his doubt.
"You are very pretty," he said.
Sylvia's smile just showed about the corners of her lips and her face cleared.
"Yes," she said, with satisfaction.
Garratt Skinner laughed.
"Oh, you know that ?" "Yes," she replied, nodding her head at him.
He led the way down the passage toward the back of the house, and throwing open a door introduced her to his friends.
"Captain Barstow," he said, and Sylvia found herself shaking hands with a little middle-aged man with a shiny bald head and a black square beard.
He had an eye-glass screwed into his right eye, and that whole side of his face was distorted by the contraction of the muscles and drawn upward toward the eye.

He did not look at her directly, but with an oblique and furtive glance he expressed his sense of the honor which the introduction conferred on him.

However, Sylvia was determined not to be disappointed.
She turned to the next of her father's guests.
"Mr.Archie Parminter." He at all events looked her straight in the face.