"I hope I am not so extraordinary as all that," she said.
His arm became insistent.

"You are unique," he said.

"You are superb." There was passion barely suppressed in his hold and a sudden swift shiver went through her.

"Oh, Ralph," she said, "don't--- don't worship me too much!" Her voice quivered in its appeal, but somehow its pathos passed him by.
He saw only her beauty, and it thrilled every pulse in his body.
Fiercely almost, he strained her to him.

And he did not so much as notice that her lips trembled too piteously to return his kiss, or that her submission to his embrace was eloquent of mute endurance rather than glad surrender.