This, however, was of no consequence; it was her concluding words that occupied his attention.

They had, he thought, been spoken with a full grasp of their significance; his companion was not likely to be guilty of any ill-considered admission.
"Then I'm flattered that my influence goes so far, though it's perhaps unlucky in the present instance," he said boldly.

"I'll own that I'm responsible for our misfortunes and I'm ready to take the consequences.
Please give me that book." "No," Sylvia replied severely.

"I feel guilty for playing at all, but the line must be drawn." "Where do you feel inclined to draw it ?" They had reached the hall and Sylvia turned and looked at him directly, but with a trace of coquetry.
"At allowing a comparative stranger to meet my losses, if I must be blunt." "The arrangement isn't altogether unusual.

In this case, it's a duty, and the restriction you make doesn't bar me out.