I'm glad to know the awful details, believe me.

Thanks! Do you know I decided you were an American the instant I saw you in the door," he went on, quite irrelevantly.
"How clever of you, Roxbury!" "Oh, I say, Miss Fowler, I'm not such an ass as I look, really I'm not.
I'm trying to look like--" "'Sh! If you want me to believe you are not the ass you think you look, be careful what you say.

Remember I am _not_ Miss Fowler to you.

I am Constance--sometimes Connie.

Can you remember that,--Roxbury ?" He drew a long breath.