If you want to give her a chance, leave it to me." "I know what that means.

You married men are mere sieves.

You'll run straight home with your tongue out and tell Lady Newhaven that I want to marry Miss--I can't clinch her name--and then she'll tell her when they are combing their back hair.

And then if I find, later on, I don't like her and step off the grass, I shall have behaved like a perfect brute, and all that sort of thing.

A man I knew out in Melbourne told me that by the time he'd taken a little notice of a likely girl, he'd gone too far to go back, and he had to marry her." "You need not be so coy.