I have a certain amount of philosophy." She smiled at him--an adorable child's smile.
The Duke smiled too.

"A certain amount of philosophy," he said softly.
"You look like a philosopher!" As they stood looking at one another with serious eyes, almost with eyes that probed one another's souls, the drawing-room door flung open, and Germaine's harsh voice broke on their ears.
"You're getting quite impossible, Sonia!" she cried.

"It's absolutely useless telling you anything.

I told you particularly to pack my leather writing-case in my bag with your own hand.

I happen to open a drawer, and what do I see?
My leather writing-case." "I'm sorry," said Sonia.