I'll call for you at half-past ten," said Trenby.
"Well"-- rising reluctantly to his feet--"I must be moving on now.

I have to go over one of my off-farms before dinner, so I'll say good-bye." He lifted his cap and strode away, Nan watching his broad-shouldered well-knit figure with reflective eyes, the while irrepressible little gurgles and explosions of mirth emanated from the hammock.
At last Nan burst out irritably: "What on earth are you giggling about, Kitty ?" "At the lion endeavouring to lie down with the lamb," submitted Kitty meekly.
"Don't talk in parables." "It's a very easy one to interpret"-- Kitty succumbed once more to a gale of laughter.

"It was just too delicious to watch you and Roger together! You'd much better leave him alone, my dear, and play with the dolls you're used to." "How detestable you are, Kitty.

I promise you one thing--it's going to be much worse for the lion than the lamb." Mrs.Barry Seymour sat up suddenly, the laughter dying out of her eyes.
"Nan," she admonished, "you leave Roger alone.

He's as Nature made him and not fair game for such as you.