It is such a pity!" "Why a pity ?" I asked, more for the sake of keeping her talking than anything.

"Certainly it is a picturesque habit of speech." She shrugged her shoulders.
"I do not like it," she said quietly.

"By degrees, one comes to believe nothing that any man says, even when he is in earnest.
Remember, Capitaine Rotherby, I hope that I shall never hear a compliment from you." "I will be careful," I promised her, "but you must remember that there is sometimes a very fine distinction.

I may be driven to say something which sounds quite nice, because it is the truth." She laughed at me with her eyes, a habit of hers which from the first I had admired.

For the moment she seemed to have forgotten her anxieties.
"You are worse than these others," she murmured.