It's so slow, you know, to use nothing but words out of a dictionary." "I don't think it's nice in talking of gentlemen." "Isn't it?
Well, I'd like to be nice--if I knew how." If she knew how! There is no knowing how, for a girl, in that matter.
If nature and her mother have not done it for her, there is no hope for her on that head.

I think I may say that nature and her mother had been sufficiently efficacious for Lilian Dale in this respect.
"Mr Crosbie is, at any rate, a gentleman, and knows how to make himself pleasant.

That was all that I meant.

Mamma said a great deal more about him than I did." "Mr Crosbie is an Apollo; and I always look upon Apollo as the greatest--you know what--that ever lived.

I mustn't say the word, because Apollo was a gentleman." At this moment, while the name of the god was still on her lips, the high open window of the drawing-room was darkened, and Bernard entered, followed by Mr Crosbie.
"Who is talking about Apollo ?" said Captain Dale.
The girls were both stricken dumb.