"What did you say about me?" Isabel asked.
"I said you were on the whole the finest creature I know."
"I＇m very sorry for that. He thinks too well of me already; he oughtn＇t to be encouraged."
"He＇s dying for a little encouragement. I see his face now, and his earnest absorbed look while I talked. I never saw an ugly man look so handsome."
"He＇s very simple-minded," said Isabel. "And he＇s not so ugly."