I like you very well as you are.

How well you look in that dress!' 'I rather think you're right,' Paula remarked, after a short pause, turning about a bracelet on her wrist.

'It'll be better if you go your way and I go mine.' 'Precisely; though that's an unkind way of putting it.' He sat looking at the ground, and a smile of another kind came to his face.
'By-the-by, I've something to tell you--something that'll amuse you very much, and that you _may_ talk about, just as much as you like.' She made no reply.
'Your friend Egremont has come out in a new part--his first appearance in it, absolutely, though he can't be said to have created the _role_.
He's run away with a girl from Lambeth--in fact, the girl who was just going to be married to his right-hand man, his librarian.' Paula looked up in astonishment: then, with indignant incredulity, she said: 'What do you mean?
What's your object in talking nonsense of that kind ?' 'Again and again I have to tell you that I never talk nonsense; I am a politician.

I heard the news this morning from Tasker.

The man Grail--Egremont's librarian--was to have been married two days ago, Monday.