It sort of flames out where you least expect it." "Highly unpleasant, I should think," agreed Nick.
"Yes; and he has such a disgusting fashion of behaving as if--as if one were miles beneath his notice," proceeded Olga.

"And I'm not a chicken, you know, Nick, I'm twenty." "A vast age!" said Nick.
For which remark she gave him another jerk which set him swinging like a pendulum.
"Well, I've got a little sense anyhow," she remarked.
"But not much," said Nick.

"Or you would know that that sort of treatment after muffins for tea is calculated to produce indigestion in a very acute form, peculiarly distressing to the beholder." "Oh, I'm sorry! I forgot the muffins." Olga laid a restraining hand upon the hammock.

"But do you like him, Nick?
Honestly now!" "My dear child, I never like anyone till I've seen him at his worst.
Drawing-room manners never attract me." "But this man hasn't got any manners at all," objected Olga.

"And he's so horribly satirical.