I'm confusion itself.

But," he went on eagerly, illogically, "do you think I _could_ win her ?" "That is not for one's wife to say," she said demurely.
"I'd be tremendously proud of you as a sister-in-law.

And I'd be much obliged if you'd help me.

But look at that confounded Ulstervelt! He's making love to her with the whole house looking on." "I think it might be polite if you were to ask him out for a drink," she suggested.
"But I've had one and I never take two." "Model husband! Then take the girls into the foyer for a stroll and a chat after the act.

Don't mind me.