You _are_ glorifying commonplaces, you know." They both laughed; he, a little red, disconcerted, piqued, and withal charmed at her dainty thrust at himself.
"I _was_ talking commonplaces," he admitted, "but how was I to know enough not to?
Women are usually soulfully receptive when a painter opens a tin of mouldy axioms....

I didn't realise I was encountering my peer----" "You may be encountering more than that," she said, the excitement of her success with him flushing her adorably.
"Oh, I've heard how terribly educated you and Scott are.

No doubt you can floor me on anything intellectual.

See here, Geraldine, it's simply wicked!--you are so soft and pretty, and nobody could suspect you of knowing such a lot and pouncing out on a fellow for trying a few predigested platitudes on you----" "I _don't_ know _anything_, Duane! How perfectly horrid of you!" "Well, you've scared me!" "I haven't.

You're laughing at me.