"Oh, thank God you have come!" she moaned, her teeth chattering.

"It is Mr.Dalton.
I ordered him from the room, and he would not go, and--" "Oh, it's Mr.Guy Dalton, is it ?" Martha cried, facing him.

"The man who's been a curse to you ever since you met him.

I know every crook and turn of you--you ought to be ashamed of yourself to treat a woman as you have treated Lady Barbara O'Day.

Now, sir, this is my room and you can't stay in it a minute longer.