I pointed out that she was years younger.
"How many heart-beats have you had in your life--real, wild, pulsating heart-beats--eternity in an hour ?" "That's Blake," I murmured.
"I'm aware of it.

Answer my question." "It's a silly question." "It isn't.

The next time you see a female baby in a perambulator, take off your hat respectfully." I am afraid I am clumsy at repartee.
"And the next time you engage a cook, my dear Judith," said I, "send for a mere man." She coloured up.

I dissolved myself in apologies.

Her wounded susceptibilities required careful healing.