You give a fee to the guard that he should put us in your carriage.

Yet you object to the term 'impertinence'!" "I do," I answered, "most strongly.

I consider your use of the word absolutely uncalled for." She looked across at the sleeping man.

He was breathing heavily, and was evidently quite unconscious of our conversation.
"Your standard of manners is, I am afraid, a peculiar one," she said.
"In Paris one is used always to be stared at.

Englishmen, I was told, behaved better." She took up a magazine and turned away with a shrug of the shoulders.
I leaned a little further forward in my place, and lowered my voice so as not to disturb the sleeping man.
"You are really unjust to me," I said.