Alpha Book

"Now," she said, "if you are so observing, you'll know the colour of my
eyes. What are they?"
"Blue--with a sort of violet tint," he said promptly.
She laughed and lowered her hands.
"All that personal attention paid to me!" she exclaimed. "You are
turning my head, Captain Selwyn. Besides, you are astonishing me,
because you never seem to know what women wear or what they resemble
when I ask you to describe the girls with whom you have been dining or
dancing."
It was a new note in their cordial intimacy--this nascent intrusion of
the personal. To her it merely meant his very charming recognition of
her maturity--she was fast becoming a woman like other women, to be
looked at and remembered as an individual, and no longer classed vaguely
as one among hundreds of the newly emerged whose soft, unexpanded
personalities all resembled one another.
For some time, now, she had cherished this tiny grudge in her
heart--that he had never seemed to notice anything in particular about
her except when he tried to be agreeable concerning some new gown.


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