Now he's perfectly impossible." "You know perfectly well why I refused him," said Anne, lifting her eyebrows slightly.
"Right-o! It was because you were engaged to Brady Thorpe.

I quite forgot.
I apologise.

You were quite right in refusing him.

Be that as it may, however, Percy is as sore as a crab.

I can't go around owing money to a chap who has been refused by my sister, can I?
One of the Wintermills, too.