But _which_ is it--Kelly or Louis or Mr.
Neville ?" "All three," he replied, laughing.
"But which gentleman is in the ascendant?
The god-like one?
Or the conventional Mr.Neville?
Or--the bad and very lovable and very human Louis ?" "Stop talking-nonsense, Valerie.

What are you doing ?" "Conversing with an abrupt gentleman called Louis Neville.

I _was_ reading." "All alone in your room ?" "Naturally.

Two people _couldn't_ get into it unless one of them also got into bed." "You poor child! What are you reading ?" "Will you promise not to laugh ?" "Yes, I will." "Then--I was reading the nineteenth psalm." "It's a beauty, isn't it," he said.
"Oh, Louis, it is glorious!--I don't know what in it appeals most thrillingly to me--the wisdom or the beauty of the verse--but I love it." "It is fine," he said.

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