"Next year I am going to buy a yacht myself, but I shall not ask you to come with us." Lord Ronald groaned.
"That is the worst of all heiresses," he said.

"You have such queer tastes.

I shall never summon up my courage to propose to you." "There is always leap year," Jeanne reminded him.
"What a bewildering suggestion!" he murmured, looking uncomfortably over the side of the boat.

"I say, Forrest, what do you think of this sort of thing ?" "Idyllic!" Forrest declared cynically.

"To sit upon a hard plank and to have one's digestion unmercifully interfered with like this is unqualified rapture.