"We'll have a ball for two--every night." "We!" said Merryon.
She glanced at him.
"I said 'we.'" "I know you did." The man's voice had suddenly a dogged ring; he looked across at the vivid, piquant face with the suggestion of a frown between his eyes.
"Don't do that!" she said, lightly.

"Never do that, Billikins! It's most unbecoming behaviour.

What's the matter ?" "The matter ?" he said, slowly.

"The matter is that you are going to the Hills for the hot weather with the rest of the women, Puck.

I can't keep you here." She made a rude face at him.
"Preserve me from any cattery in the Hills!" she said.