Poppy Grace--he felt that somehow it did not give you a very high idea of the lady, and that in this it did her an injustice.

He could have avoided it by referring to her loftily as Miss Grace; but this course, besides being unfamiliar would have savoured somewhat of subterfuge.

So he blurted it all out with an air of defiance, as much as to say that when you had called her Poppy Grace you had said the worst of her.
Jewdwine's face expressed, as Rickman had anticipated, an exquisite disapproval.

His own taste in women was refined almost to nullity.

How a poet and a scholar, even if not strictly speaking a gentleman, could care to spend two minutes in the society of Poppy Grace, was incomprehensible to Jewdwine.
"I didn't know you cultivated that sort of person." "Oh--cultivate her-- ?"--His tone implied that the soil was rather too light for _that_.
"How long have you known her ?" "About six months, on and off." "Oh, only on and off." "On and off the _stage_, I mean.