"I've just had the very sweetest note from Hunt-Goring accompanied by a box of the most exquisite Eastern cigarettes--'Companions of the Harem,' he says they are called.

And how are you feeling now, you poor wan thing?
What interesting shadows you have developed! I wish I could make my eyes look like that.

The revered Max suffered agonies about you last night, and nearly slew me with a glance because I dared to touch my mandolin after dinner.

Poor little Nick was rather blue too though he did at least try to be courteous.
What made you go and get sunstroke, Allegretto?
Rather unnecessary, wasn't it?
He was quite obviously at your feet without that.

Of course you realize how completely my wiles have been thrown away on him.