'You're worth half a million of the girls that squeak and wobble when there's a bit of rough play going on.' 'I hope so.

Did you set me down as one of that kind ?' Nancy found that her tongue had achieved a liberty suitable to the occasion.

She spoke without forethought, and found pleasure in her boldness.
'Not I,' Crewe answered.

'But I never had a chance before now of telling you what I thought.' Some one in front of them ignited a Bengal light and threw it into the air; the flame flashed across Nancy's features, and fell upon the hat of a man near her.
'How do you mean to get home ?' asked Crewe presently.

Nancy explained that all her party were to meet on the other side of the river.
'Oh, then, there's plenty of time.