"I think that's--that's a matter for Miss Fowler to determine," he said coldly.
"You don't quite get my meaning," persisted Freddie, crossing his legs comfortably.

"I was trying to make it easy for myself." "You mean, you think she ought to marry you ?" "That's it, precisely.

How clever you are." "But you are said to be engaged to Miss Rodney," ventured Brock, feeling his way.
"That's just the point, Mr.Medcroft.

We're not really engaged--but almost.

As a matter of fact, we've got to the point where it's really up to me to speak to her father about it, don't you know.