You were always such a nice, sociable little girl till then." "Sociable!" whispered Olga.
"Well, you were!" He laughed again in his easy fashion.

"Don't you remember what fun we had at the Rectory on Christmas Eve, and how you came to tea with me on the sly a few days after, and how we kissed under the mistletoe, and how you promised--" "I promised nothing!" burst out Olga, with flashing eyes.
"Oh, pardon me! You promised to kiss me again some day.

Have you forgotten?
I hardly think your memory is as short as that." He drew nearer still, and slipped a cajoling arm about her.

"Why are we in such a towering rage, I wonder?
Surely you don't want to repudiate your liabilities! You promised, you know." She flung up a desperate face to his.

"Very well, Major Hunt-Goring," she said breathlessly.