Dartrey!' 'Tell me.' 'First, you haven't let me know what you think of my Nesta.' 'She's a dear good girl.' 'Not so interesting to you as a flighty little woman!' 'She has a speck of some sort on her mind.' Nataly spied at Dudley's behaviour, and said: 'That will wear away.

Is Mr.Blathenoy much here ?' 'As often as he can come, I believe.' 'That is... ?' 'I have seen him twice.' 'His wife remains ?' 'Fixed here for the season.' 'My friend!' 'No harm, no harm!' 'But-to her!' 'You have my word of honour.' 'Yes: and she is doing you a service, at your request; you occasionally reward her with thanks; and she sees you are a man of honour.

Do you not know women ?' Dartrey blew his pooh-pooh on feminine suspicions.

'There's very little left of the Don Amoroso in me.

Women don't worship stone figures.' 'They do: like the sea-birds.