Coquetry

There were grace, seduction, mystery, and coquetry in her face and in all her movements.

With a lover […] her sensibility will naturally lead her to endeavour to excite emotion, not to gratify her vanity, but her heart. This I do not allow to be coquetry, it is the artless impulse of nature […]

The little coquetries, which are as natural to a gay young girl as her laughter, were all in full play, and had she gone no further no harm would have been done.

The mischievous pleasure of her coquetries was forgotten, and in a rush of glad confidence she felt a woman's pride in him.

"Her pretty little coquetries are like the gambols of a kitten.