'I must be with you a few minutes longer.' 'I think when I have begged you not to--' 'I know how bad my behaviour must seem.

But, Miss Madden, may I not be on terms of friendship with you ?' 'Of course you may--but you are not content with that.' 'Yes--indeed--I _will_ be content--' 'It's foolish to say so.

Haven't you broken the understanding three or four times ?' The bus stopped for a passenger, a man, who mounted to the top.
'I am so sorry,' murmured Bullivant, as the starting horses jolted them together.

'I try not to worry you.

Think of my position.