Lord Ronald, who was feeling a little sea-sick, sat at her feet.
"I had no idea," he remarked plaintively, "that your mother was capable of such crudities.

If I had known, I certainly would not have trusted myself to such a party.

This sea air is hateful.

It has tarnished my cigarette-case already, and one's nails will not be fit to be seen.

To be out of doors like this is worse than drinking unfiltered water." Jeanne smiled down at him a little contemptuously.
"You are a child of the cities, Lord Ronald," she remarked.