"Whatever he is, I've got to put up with him.

So it's no good talking about it." "Oh, but look here!" protested Wentworth.

"You and I are such old friends.

I used to think you cared for me a little.

Violet, I say, what induced you to marry that outsider ?" She was silent, not looking at him.
"You were always so proud," he went on.