You must have misunderstood her.

I left no address, you know; and I had no difficulty in eluding interviewers--not being a prize-fighter or a minor poet." Sir Roderick smiled.
"Gad! I never thought of that.

She held me, after all." "What on earth are you driving at ?" "If there's one thing I hate more than another, it's a narrative; but I see I'm in for it.

Sit still and hold your tongue till I'm through with it." Eugene obeyed implicitly; and Ayre, not without honest pride, recounted his Baden triumph.
"And unless she's bolder than I think, you'll find a letter to that effect." Eugene sat very quiet.
"Well, you don't seem overpleased, after all.

Wasn't I right ?" "Quite right, old fellow.