No one who had not education and experience of nice people could behave quite as he does.

Of course, he is rough and brusque at times, I know, but then many men are like that." Cecil did not reply.

A grey mist was sweeping in from the sea, and Jeanne shivered a little as they turned into the avenue.
"I wonder," she said pensively, "why we came here.

My mother as a rule hates to go far from civilization, and I am sure Lord Ronald is miserable." "I think one reason why your mother brought you here," Cecil said slowly, "is because she wanted to give me a chance." She picked up her skirts and ran, ran so lightly and swiftly that Cecil, who was taken by surprise, had no chance of catching her.

From the hall door she looked back at him, panting behind.
"Too many cigarettes," she laughed.