"I really did think so, Mr.Hamil." "Your sister predicted that I'd lose my heart and senses to _you_" said Hamil, laughing and reseating himself beside her.
"Have you ?" "Of course I have.

Who could help it ?" The girl considered him smilingly.
"You're the nicest of men," she said.

"If you hadn't been so busy I'm certain we'd have had a desperate affair.

But--as it is--and it makes me perfectly furious--I have only the most ridiculously commonplace and comfortable affection for you--the sort which prompts mother to send you quinine and talcum powder--" Balanced there side by side they fell to laughing.
"Sentiment?
Yes," she said; "but oh! it's the kind that offers witch-hazel and hot-water bottles to the best beloved! Mr.Hamil, why can't we flirt comfortably like sensibly frivolous people!" "I wish we could, Cecile." "I wish so, too, Garret.

No, that's too formal--Garry! There, that ends our chances!" "You're the jolliest family I ever knew," he said.