Eugene looked up.
"Is it you, Lady Claudia ?" "Yes.

Why are you moping here ?" "Where's Stafford ?" "Everybody," said Claudia impatiently, throwing her hat, and herself after it, on a lounge, "asks me where Father Stafford is.

I don't know, Mr.Lane; and what's more, at this moment I don't care.

Have you nothing better than that to say to me when I come to look for you ?" Eugene pulled himself together.

Tragedy airs would be insufferable.
"True, most beauteous damsel!" he said.