Then a strange thing happened. She turned to him and smiled, and as he saw her smile every rag of anger and hurt vanity dropped from him — as though his very moods were but the outer ripples of her own, as though emotion rose no longer in his breast unless she saw fit to pull an omnipotent controlling thread.

I want to be a society vampire, you see.

We haven’t met for many years, said Daisy, her voice as matter-of-fact as it could ever be. "Five years next November." The automatic quality set us all back at least another minute.

Her beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains.

The two basic stories of all times are Cinderella and Jack the Giant Killer-the charm of women and the courage of men.

You're the only girl I've seen for a long time that actually did look like something blooming.

Can't repeat the past?" he cried incredulously. "Why of course you can!" He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand.