It's awfully good of him--it's doing a great deal for anybody--that he should come down at all; so that it would add immensely to his burden if anybody had to be remembered for it." "I don't know what you mean by a man 'like me,'" Vanderbank returned.
"I'm not any particular kind of a man." She had been looking at him, but she looked away on this, and he continued good-humoured and explanatory.
"If you mean that I go about such a lot, how do you know it but by the fact that you're everywhere now yourself ?--so that, whatever I am, in short, you're just as bad." "You admit then that you ARE everywhere.

I may be just as bad," the girl went on, "but the point is that I'm not nearly so good.

Girls are such natural hacks--they can't be anything else." "And pray what are fellows who are in the beastly grind of fearfully busy offices?
There isn't an old cabhorse in London that's kept at it, I assure you, as I am.

Besides," the young man added, "if I'm out every night and off somewhere like this for Sunday, can't you understand, my dear child, the fundamental reason of it ?" Nanda, with her eyes on him again, studied an instant this mystery.
"Am I to infer with delight that it's the sweet hope of meeting ME?
It isn't," she continued in a moment, "as if there were any necessity for your saying that.

What's the use ?" But all impatiently she stopped short.
He was eminently gay even if his companion was not.