"It may cost you a sovereign or thirty shillings." He studied the prices on the menu.
"I can afford it quite well and I have plenty of money with me," he assured her, "but I do not think that it will cost more than eighteen shillings.

While we are waiting for the sole, shall we talk?
I can tell you, if you choose to hear, why I followed you from the boardinghouse." "I don't mind listening to you," she told him, "or I will talk with you about anything you like.

There is only one subject which I cannot discuss; that subject is myself and my own doings." Tavernake was silent for a moment.
"That makes conversation a bit difficult," he remarked.

She leaned back in her chair.
"After this evening," she said, "I go out of your life as completely and finally as though I had never existed.

I have a fancy to take my poor secrets with me.