"I'm sure there will be some lovely girls." "Yes, but they don't want me.

I've tried it too often, aunty--they've all got their own set." "It's because you don't want to be polite to any of them," snapped Corinne with a twist of her body, so as to face him again.
"Now, Corinne, that isn't fair; I am never impolite to anybody in this house, but I'm tired of--" "Well, Garry isn't tired." This last shot was fired at random.
Again the aunt poured oil: "Come, children, come! Don't let's talk any more about it.

If Jack has made an engagement it can't be helped, I suppose, but don't spoil your party, my dear.

Find Parkins, Jack, and send him to me....

Ah, Parkins--if any one calls say I'll be out until six o'clock." "Yes, my Lady." Parkins knew on which side his bread was buttered.