It passed with a quickness which caught him at loss; so quickly she swept from mood to mood.
He heard her voice at his ear, remorseful and most appealing.

"Oh, Wub, what have I done that you should treat me so ?" Sir Charles Hardiman, watchful of the duel, guessed from the movement of her lips what she was saying.
"These nicknames are the very devil," he exclaimed, apparently about nothing, to his startled neighbour.

"The first thing a woman does when she's fond of a man is to give him some ridiculous name, which doesn't belong to him.

She worries her wits trying this one and that one, as a tailor tries on you a suit of clothes, and when she has got your fit, she uses it--publicly.

So others use it too and so it no longer contents her.