I can't say mo-ah than that, can I?
You mustn't expect a fellah to see evwybody.

Why, it's seem-plee impawsible!" His languid drawl exasperated me.
"Oh, bother!" I muttered, sotto voce, but loud enough for him to hear; and turned away from him angrily, leaving him still standing in his pet attitude, taking mental stock of all the fast-looking fair ones who might come under his notice.

"Oh, bother ?" I am not prepared to assert positively that I did not use a much stronger expletive.

He _ought_ to have seen them! What the deuce was the use of his sticking star-gazing there, unless to observe people, I should like to know?
Just fancy, too, his comparing my last madonna, the image and eidolon of whose witching face filled my heart, to that odious little flirt, Baby Blake, a young damsel that hawked her tender affections about at the beck and call of every male biped who might for the moment be enthralled by her charms! It was like his cool impudence.

And then, again, his asking me his stupid, inane questions, as if I cared what man, and how many.