But of course you've had no experience of matters of this sort.

He was your first real lover ?" Phyllis' face became crimson.

She retained sufficient presence of mind, however, to make a little fuss with the window-blind before letting it down.

Her father stared at her for a moment, and there was rather a long pause before he laughed.
"I said 'real lover,' my dear," he remarked.

"The real lover is the one who talks definitely about dates and the house agent's commission.