I know you don't like me; but that doesn't make any difference.

I thought you promised me you wouldn't interfere.

I thought you swore on your honor that you wouldn't interfere.

Don't you remember, marquis ?" The marquis lifted his eyebrows; but he was apparently determined to be even more urbane than usual.

He rested his two hands upon the back of his mother's chair and bent forward, as if he were leaning over the edge of a pulpit or a lecture-desk.