No, I cannot explain, and to you least of all." "Let's be above-board, Frona.

St.Vincent's concerned ?" She nodded.
"And I can put my hand right on the spot.

First place," he looked to the side and saw Lucile stealing an anxious glance to him,--"first place, only the other day she gave you a song about St.Vincent.
Second place, and therefore, you think her heart's not in this present proposition; that she doesn't care a rap for me; in short, that she's marrying me for reinstatement and spoils.

Isn't that it ?" "And isn't it enough?
Oh, I am disappointed, Colonel Trethaway, grievously, in her, in you, in myself." "Don't be a fool! I like you too well to see you make yourself one.
The play's been too quick, that is all.

Your eye lost it.