You are only a brute." "A brute's a lucky dog, then, for I've got you!" "Will you touch me ?" "You're in my power." "It's a miserable thing, Robert." "Why don't you struggle, my girl?
I shall kiss you in a minute." "You're never my friend again." "I'm not a gentleman, I suppose!" "Never! after this." "It isn't done.

And first you're like a white rose, and next you're like a red.

Will you submit ?" "Oh! shame!" Rhoda uttered.
"Because I'm not a gentleman ?" "You are not." "So, if I could make you a lady--eh?
the lips 'd be ready in a trice.
You think of being made a lady--a lady!" His arm relaxed in the clutch of her figure.
She got herself free, and said: "We saw Mr.Blancove at the theatre with Dahlia." It was her way of meeting his accusation that she had cherished an ambitious feminine dream.
He, to hide a confusion that had come upon him, was righting the fallen candle.
"Now I know you can be relied on; you can defend yourself," he said, and handed it to her, lighted.

"You keep your kisses for this or that young gentleman.

Quite right.