You are not expected to know anything." "Where was the real girl ?" "With her grandfather." "Where was the grandfather ?" "What does that matter ?" he replied; "I will tell you afterward." "When did the real girl die ?" "That, too, I will tell you afterward." Lotty leaned her cheek upon her hand, and looked at her husband thoughtfully.
"Let us be plain, Joe." "You can never be plain, my dear," he replied with the smile of a lover, not a husband; "never in your husband's eyes; not even in tights." But she was not to be won by flattery.
"Fine words," she said, "fine words.

What do they amount to?
Oh, Joe, little I thought when you came along with your beautiful promises, what sort of a man I was going to marry." "A very good sort of a man," he said.

"You've got a jolly sailor--an officer and a gentleman.

Come now, what have you got to say to this?
Can't you be satisfied with an officer and a gentleman ?" He drew himself up to his full height.

Well, he was a handsome fellow: there was no denying it.
"Good looks and fine words," his wife went on.