Now if your sweetheart--" "Who told you I had one ?" "Tut-tut-tut! What's his name ?" "Well, if you must know, I'm walking out with Corporal Zeally.

But what are you doing to the book ?" For M.Raoul had taken out a penknife and was slicing out page after page--in some places whole blocks of pages together.
"When I've finished, I'm going to ask you to take it back to your mistress; and then no doubt you'll be reading it on the sly.

Here, I must sit down: suppose you let me perch myself on the top bar of the gate.

Also, it would be kind of you to put up an arm and prevent my overbalancing." "I shouldn't think of it." "Oh, very well!" He climbed up, laid the book on his knee and went on slicing.

"I particularly want her to read M.Rousseau's reflections on the Pont du Gard; but I don't seem to have a book marker, unless you lend me a lock of your hair." "Were you the gentleman she danced with, at 'The Dogs,' the night of the snowstorm ?" "The Pont du Gard, my dear, is a Roman antiquity, and has nothing to do with dancing.