Do you think--" "Now, Isabelle," he interrupted, "you know it's not that--even suppose it is.

We've reached the stage where we either ought to kiss--or--or--nothing.

It isn't as if you were refusing on moral grounds." She hesitated.
"I really don't know what to think about you," she began, in a feeble, perverse attempt at conciliation.

"You're so funny." "How ?" "Well, I thought you had a lot of self-confidence and all that; remember you told me the other day that you could do anything you wanted, or get anything you wanted ?" Amory flushed.

He _had_ told her a lot of things.
"Yes." "Well, you didn't seem to feel so self-confident to-night.