She says, 'I only wish that beastly old bore C.were at Halifax--which is where he comes from and then I would fly at once to my own dear Reggie! But, hang it all, Reggie boy, what's the good of true love if you haven't got the dibs?
I MUST have my comforts.
Love in a cottage is all very well in its way; but who's to pay for the fizz, Reggie ?' That's her refinement, don't you see?
Sissie's awfully refined.

She was brought up with the tastes and habits of a lady." "Clearly so," I answered.

"Both her literary style and her liking for champagne abundantly demonstrate it!" His acute sense of humour did not enable him to detect the irony of my observation.

I doubt if it extended much beyond oyster shells.

He handed me the letter.