And there remains our own sentimental little flirtation, a broken and, alas, a discarded thing! There is no doubt whatever, Everard, that you are a very bad lot." "You are distressing me terribly," Dominey confessed, "but all the same, after a somewhat agitated evening I must admit that I find it pleasant to talk with some one who is not wielding the lightnings.

May I have a whisky and soda ?" "Bring me one, too, please," Caroline begged.

"I fear that it will seriously impair the note which I had intended to strike in our conversation, but I am thirsty.

And a handful of those Turkish cigarettes, too.

You can devote yourself to me with a perfectly clear conscience.