There are more ways than one of being a cut-purse." The lobster had been consumed, and they were almost alone in the restaurant.

Marian, with her elbows on the table, was in no haste to leave, but Dan caught the eye of the hovering waiter and paid the check.
"You shouldn't have done that," Marian protested; "it was my party.

I sign my own checks here." But having now asserted himself, Dan rose, and in a moment he and Allen had bidden her good-night at the elevator door.
"You didn't seem crazy about your lobster, and you were hardly more than polite to our hostess.

Sorry to have butted in.

But why have you kept these tender recreations from me!" "Oh, that child vexes my spirit sometimes.