There was no prudery about Mary Gray.

She had become a woman of the world, and she had had no reason to distrust the _camaraderie_ of men or to think it less than honest.
"Very well, then," she said, "if you will let me pay for your lunch another time." "Why, so you shall," he answered.

For a usually grave young man he laughed with an uncommon joyousness.

"You shall give me one day a French lunch with a bottle of wine thrown in at one-and-sixpence.

Mind, I must have the wine." "You shall have the wine.