Tonight I am afraid that I am living up to my reputation.

Our conversation seems to have drifted into somewhat gloomy channels.

We must ask Miss Morse, I think, to help us to forget.

They say," he continued, "that it is the young ladies of your country who hold open the gates of Paradise for their menkind." He was looking into her eyes.

His tone was half bantering, half serious.
From across the table Penelope knew that Somerfield was watching her closely.