But, anyway, you don't go wooing.

As for man collectively, he has not progressed so very far," she added demurely.
"As an example, that dreadful Draymore man actually hurt my wrist." Selwyn looked up quickly, a shade of frank annoyance on his face and a vision of the fat sybarite before his eyes.

He turned again to his fishing, but his shrug was more of a shudder than appeared to be complimentary to Percy Draymore.
She had divined, somehow, that it annoyed Selwyn to know that men had importuned her.

She had told him of her experience as innocently as she had told Nina, and with even less embarrassment.

But that had been long ago; and now, without any specific reason, she was not certain that she had acted wisely, although it always amused her to see Selwyn's undisguised impatience whenever mention was made of such incidents.
So, to torment him, she said: "Of course it is somewhat exciting to be asked to marry people--rather agreeable than otherwise--" "What!" Waist deep in bay-bushes he turned toward her where she sat on the trunk of an oak which had fallen across the stream.