"I feel a trifle better, but I can't quite forgive you for the round face."
"If Miss Florence Moreland is still provoked, she may have revenge by telling me exactly what she thinks of my personal appearance and character as interpreted by my features."
"Mrs. Roswell Sanderson is most formal, but I assure her that if I speak, it will be to tell the truth."
"Come, Florence, I am really in earnest, and I promise not to be angry. I should so like to know exactly what you think of me."
"I think you are the dearest friend I ever had, and I don't intend to lose you by criticism."
"Nonsense, Florence, I promise not to be angry, and I feel that it will actually do me good."
"Well, if you will hear things quite as disagreeable as 'the round face,' here goes. I shall begin with your eyes. I believe novelists call them the lanterns of the soul. You have superb, dreamy, black eyes; eyes to fill a woman with envy or a man with love,—but they are both absent-minded and ambitious; they show a restless longing after unattained hopes. In other words, they are dissatisfied and cold, but from an artistic standpoint that only enhances their attractiveness."
"You horrid creature! But I promised to be quiet, so go on."
"So much for the eyes; now the nose. It is exquisitely moulded and classic. I shall dismiss the nose as perfect."
"O, thank you so much."