I will do so, without a moment's hesitation, because of Lavater." "Because of _what_ ?" demanded Derrick, staring at him.
"Lavater, Mr.Green, is the author of the best-known work on physiognomy, and physiognomy teaches us whom to trust and to distrust.
Informed by my knowledge of the science, I know that you are a man to be trusted, and with this knowledge, I am prepared to befriend you.

What time this evening would you like to meet Miss Grant ?" Derrick regarded the strange youth with a mixture of amusement and surprise, not untinctured by jealousy.
"You speak, Mr.Rex, as if you held the copyright of Miss Grant," he said.
"Don't be offended; I'll explain," said Reggie, leaning back and folding his arms, and returning Derrick's gaze with one of extreme candour.

"You see, Miss Grant once did me a service----" "I don't find it difficult to believe that," said Derrick, under his breath.
"No," said Reggie.

"There are a certain number of angels in woman guise who pace this wicked and weary old world of ours, and you and I happen to have had the extraordinary luck to meet one.

Of course, I see how it is with you; and I might say that I am in the same boat.