There were heavy shadows round his eyes; their depths looked gloomy and troubled.
"What did you say ?" he asked, in a morose voice.
"What did I say?
Well, really, Loftie, you are too bad.

I do think you are the most selfish person I know.

At one time I thought Bee was improving you, but you are worse than ever this morning.

You never, never, take a bit of interest in things that don't immediately concern yourself.

I thought our bride's-maids' dresses would have been sufficiently important to rouse a passing interest even in--now, what's the matter, Catherine?
I _will_ speak out." "Forgive me, Mab, I have a headache and feel stupid," interrupted Loftus, rising to his feet.