And those slate-blue eyes of yours don't miss many things." "Listen!" she interrupted, taking hold of his sleeve.

"Hear it ?" "Only the Elevated." "Tumpitum-tump! Tumpitum-tump! Cutty, you hypnotized me this afternoon with your horrid drums." "The emeralds ?" He managed to repress the start.
"I don't know what it is; drums, anyhow.

Maybe it is the emeralds.
Something has been happening ever since you told me about them--the misery and evil that follow their wake." "But the story goes that women are immune, Kitty." "Nonsense! No woman is immune where a wonderful gem is concerned.

And yet I've common sense and humour." "And a lot more besides, Kitty.

You're a raving, howling little beauty; and how you've remained out of captivity this long is a puzzler to me.
Haven't you got a beau somewhere ?" "No, Cutty.