"If you felt as I do, you would too." She laughed in the old way, but she was not soon to forget that moment when panic was so imminent.
"I--I don't see how anyone can help liking Freddie," she said, without actually knowing why.

He stared hard at the Danube below.

After a long silence he said,-- "It's all tommy-rot about it being blue, isn't it ?" She was also looking at the dark brown, swollen river that has been immortalised in song.
"It's never blue.

It's always a yellow-ochre, it seems to me." He waited a long time before venturing to express the thought that of late had been troubling him seriously.
"I wonder if you truly realise the difficulty Edith will have in satisfying an incredulous world with her absolutely truthful story.
She'll have to explain, you know.

There's bound to be a sceptic or two, my dear Constance." "But there's Roxbury," she protested, her face clouding nevertheless.
"_He_ will set everything right." "The world will say he is a gullible fool," said he gently.