Look here,' he said fiercely, 'have you ever felt for any one of the lot of men you spoke about just like that ?' 'N--no,' she answered slowly.
'If you told me you had, I'd walk away now down those steps--' he pointed to the flight of stone steps leading from the terrace to the drive--'and you wouldn't see me any more....

But I'm not going to leave you now, I mean to stick on for all I'm worth, so long as I see the faintest chance of your giving me what I've set my heart on.' 'Yes--well ?' She stared at him in a fascinated manner.
'Well--Bridget--I can't milady you.

We're man and woman and nothing else to-night....' She interrupted.

'I like you to say that.

I feel now that WE, at least, are real--not social shams.' 'Bridget--you said you'd never found yet a Real Man to love you.