"Mr.
Lessingham is remarkably well read, and he knows more about our English poets than any man I have met for years." "I forgot that you enjoyed that sort of thing." "Once more, don't be a cat," Philippa enjoined.

"If you want me to confess it, I will own up at once.

You know what a simple little thing I am.

I admire Mr.Lessingham exceedingly, and I find him a most interesting companion." "You mean," her friend observed drily "the Baron Maderstrom." Philippa looked around and frowned.
"You are most indiscreet, Helen," she declared.

"I have learnt something of the science of espionage lately, and I can assure you that all spoken or written words are dangerous.