"I pity him then: I know how you can look."
"Am I so dreadful?" she asked coaxingly. "Tell me how to behave to young gentlemen, Floyd. Really, I don't know."
"To me you should behave in the most affectionate manner, mademoiselle. Granted that, the more disdainful you are to other fellows the more I shall admire you."
"Really, now?"
"Well, since you are in earnest, dear child, if I were you I would show nothing but kindness to my friends.
Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike;
But, like the sun, they shine on all alike,
is a very pretty description of the manner of a successful woman."
"But I cannot be like that," she cried plaintively. "Would you like me to treat you and Mr. Thorpe in precisely the same way, Floyd?"
"Not at all. Don't count me in with the rest of your admirers: I must have the first, best, dearest place."
"I am sure you always do," she remonstrated in a tone of injury. "You come next after papa. If I behave badly to you sometimes, it is because I like to see if you mind my putting on little airs." That was candor.