The situation began to appeal to him.

There was humour in it which he alone could appreciate.
"Does he expect me to send you away ?" he asked.
"That's a cert!" Miss Montressor affirmed.

"The old woman's been playing the respectable all day, turning up the whites of her eyes at me because I did a high kick in the hall, and groaning at Flossie because she had a few brandies; ain't that so, Flossie ?" The young lady with yellow hair confirmed the statement with much dignity.
"I had a toothache," she said, "and Mrs.Da Souza, or whatever the old cat calls herself, was most rude.

I reckon myself as respectable as she is any day, dragging that yellow-faced daughter of hers about with her and throwing her at men's heads." Miss Montressor, who had stopped to pick a flower, rejoined them.
"I say, General," she remarked, "fair's fair, and a promise is a promise.

We didn't come down here to be made fools of by a fat old Jewess.