"As to doing without,--well, of course, you're a man or you wouldn't make such a suggestion." "You've thrown that in my teeth before," he observed.

"I think you might remember that I am hardly responsible for my sex.

It's my misfortune, not my fault." She smiled, her sudden brief smile, but made no rejoinder.
Major Hunt-Goring and Violet, who had undertaken to cut up his meal for him, were engrossed in a frothy conversation which it was obvious that neither desired to have interrupted.
Max glanced towards them before he abruptly started another subject with Olga.
"How is Mrs.Briggs ?" Olga coloured hotly.

"Oh, she seemed all right." Max surveyed her rather pointedly.

"Well?
What had she got to say about me ?" "About you ?" said Olga.
He laughed and looked away.