Sylvia! There's not a soul in town and we can be as imprudent as we please." "No, we can't.

Agatha's at the Santa Regina.

She came down with us." "But we are not going to dine at the Santa Regina.

We're going where Agatha wouldn't intrude her colourless nose--to a thoroughly unfashionable and selectly common resort overlooking the classic Harlem; and we're going to whiz thither in Plank's car, and remain thither until you yawn for mercy, whence we will return thence--" "Stephen, you silly! I'm perfectly mad to go with you!" "You'll be madder when you get there, if the table has not improved." "Table! As though tables mattered on a night like this!" Then with sudden self-reproach and quick solicitude: "Am I making you walk too far?
Wouldn't you like to go in now ?" "No, I'm not tired; I'm millions of years younger, and I'm as strong as the nine gods of your friend Porsena.

Besides, haven't I waited for this ?" and under his breath, fiercely, "Haven't I waited!" he repeated, turning on her.
"Do--do you mean that as a reproach ?" she asked, lowering her eyes.
"No.