I don't seem to be able to find the words I wanted to use.

But you'll understand, ma'am." "That you want a cook more than you want a--a wife?
Oh, Sanderson!" she mocked.
She knew that it was bashfulness that had caused him to mention the cooking; that he had introduced the subject merely for the purpose of making an oblique start; but she could not resist the temptation to taunt him.
She looked furtively at him to see how deeply she had hurt him, but was surprised to see him grinning widely.
"Women ain't so wise as they pretend to be," he said.

"There's grub, an' grub.

An' what kind of grub is it that a man in love wants most ?" She caught his meaning, now, and blushed rosy red, drooping her eyes from his.
"That wasn't fair, Sanderson," she said lowly.

"Besides, a man can't live on kisses." "I know a man who can," he smiled, his eyes eager and glowing, now that he saw she was not going to repel him; "that is," he added lowly, "if he could find a cook that would give them to him whenever he wanted them.