What Maisie Knew

...there was an extraordinary mute passage between her vision of this vision of his, his vision of her vision, and her vision of his vision of her vision.

He seemed also to have moustaches over his eyes, which, however, by no means prevented these polished little globes from rolling round the room as if they had been billiard-balls impelled by Ida's celebrated stroke.

She felt the moment she looked at him that he was by far the most radiant person with whom she had yet been concerned... It was as if he had told her on the spot that he belonged to her, so that she could already show him off and see the effect he produced.