"I didn't come to see old Morewood, you know." "As much as to see me, I dare say," said Lady Julia in an aside.
Eugene protested with a shake of the head, and Morewood carried him off to have such inspection of the picture as artificial light could afford.
"You've got her very well." "Yes, pretty well.

It's a bright little shallow face." "Go to the devil!" said Eugene, in strong indignation.
"I only said that to draw you.

There is something in the girl--but not overmuch, you know." "There's all I want." "Oh, I should think so! Heard anything of Stafford ?" "No, except that he's gone off somewhere alone again.

He wrote to Ayre; Ayre told me.

He and Ayre are very thick now." "A queer combination." "Yes.