"I like the way your mouth looks when you read it."
"I like the way your mouth looks when you read it. Your chin's nice, too, isn't it?"
"Oh, I don't know," said Percival, with an unsuccessful effort at indifference; "it's the Hascombe chin. Been in the family for generations."
"Think of having a chin as old as that! Perhaps that's what makes you so solemn."
"Am I solemn?"
"Awfully. Elise Weston says she believes you have been crossed in love."
The hollow chambers of Percival's heart reverberated with alarming echoes. He shot a suspicious glance at Bobby, but her innocent gaze reassured him.
"I am afraid your friend Miss Weston is romantic," he said stiffly. "Am I keeping you too long from the dance?"