I'm no more married to Alice than you are to Gray.

They're accidents, both of them.
I love you, I tell you." And he ran his hand up to her shoulder and bore down upon her.

Where were his manners and polish and assurance?
It was amazing to see the change in the man.
But she dodged away and took up a stand behind the piano and laughed at him.

"You're an artist, Gilbert," she said.

"It's all very well for you to practice on women of your own age, but I'm an unsophisticated girl.
You might turn my head, you know." Her sarcasm threw him up short.