Mighty pretty little girl." Miss La Rue elevated her eyebrows, watchfully regarding him through smoke wreaths.
"Oh, cut it, Ned," she exclaimed curtly.

"We all know you are a perfect devil with the women.

The poor thing is in love with you, no doubt, but that doesn't answer my question, who is she ?" "Her name is Donovan." "That sounds promising; what do you make it, shanty Irish ?" "I should say not," warmly.

"She's a lady, all right.

Oh, I know 'em, if I don't meet many of that kind.