I'll risk it; I know the policeman, and if we meet I will argue with him.

Good-bye; don't forget we are coming to dinner to-morrow night.

It's a party, isn't it ?" "I believe so." "What a bore, I must unpack my London dresses.

Well, good-bye again." "Good-bye, dear," answered Morris, and she was gone.
"'Dear,'" thought Mary to herself; "he hasn't called me that since I was sixteen.

I wonder why he does it now?
Because I have been scolding him, I suppose; that generally makes men affectionate." For a while she glided forward through the grey twilight, and then began to think again, muttering to herself: "You idiot, Mary, why should you be pleased because he called you 'dear'?
He doesn't really care two-pence about you; his blood goes no quicker when you pass by and no slower when you stay away.