Later we went to the theatre--some production of Gilbert and Sullivan.

Whenever I glanced at Phyllis I fell to wondering how Gretchen would have looked in evening dress.
Yes, Phyllis was certainly beautiful, uncommonly.

For years I had worshipped at her shrine, and then--how little we know of the heart.

I was rather abstracted during the performance, and many of my replies went wide the mark.
As we were leaving the foyer, Phyllis said: "Jack, a man has been staring me out of countenance." "Pembroke ?" I laughed.
"No.

And moreover, the stare was accompanied by the most irritating sneer." "Point him out to me when we reach the street," I said, humoring what I thought to be a fancy, "and I'll put a head on him." The sneer was probably meant for an ogle.