'I'm sure you're too much of the gentleman to deny your own words, and them repeated more than once in my presence--Cheroots--yes, are there none there, child ?--Oh, they are in the cupboard.' These last words were not part of her address to Charley, but were given in reply to a requisition from the attendant nymph outside.

'You're too much of a gentleman to do that, I know.

And so, as I'm her natural friend--and indeed she's my cousin, not that far off--I think it's right that we should all understand one another.' 'Oh, quite right,' said Charley.
'You can't expect that she should go and sacrifice herself for you, you know,' said Mrs.Davis, who now that she had begun hardly knew how to stop herself.

'A girl's time is her money.
She's at her best now, and a girl like her must make her hay while the sun shines.

She can't go on fal-lalling with you, and then nothing to come of it.