Mabel began to talk about her design idea as she showed her things.

Although her design idea wasn't the same as mine, she talked in a convincing and logical way.

Even for some petty details which I drew casually, she even made some sense out of them.

Although I didn't speak yet, I felt that I had lost.

After all, although I was the author, her eloquence and her capability to deal with the situation flexibly were all above those of me.

I was clear that what I would say later surely wouldn't be as good as hers.

After Mabel finished her words, I took out something and prepared to...