In that case, I want you to make yourself useful.

If you happen to be at home, keep him from seeing Miss Henley until I have seen her first." "Why ?" "I want an opportunity, my dear, of telling Miss Henley that I have been wicked enough to deceive her, before she finds it out for herself.
I may hope she will forgive me, if I confess everything." The doctor laughed: "What the devil does it matter whether she forgives you or not ?" "It matters a great deal." "Why, you talk as if you were fond of her!" "I am." The doctor's clouded intelligence was beginning to clear; he made a smart reply: "Fond of her, and deceiving her--aha!" "Yes," she said quietly, "that's just what it is.

It has grown on me, little by little; I can't help liking Miss Henley." "Well," Mr.Vimpany remarked, "you _are_ a fool!" He looked at her cunningly.

"Suppose I do make myself useful, what am I to gain by it ?" "Let us get back," she suggested, "to the gentleman who invited you to dinner, and made you tipsy for his own purposes." "I'll break every bone in his skin!" "Don't talk nonsense! Leave Mr.Mountjoy to me." "Do _you_ take his part?
I can tell you this.

If I drank too much of that poisonous French stuff, Mountjoy set me the example.