That's why they love us and detest the prigs.

Here we are at your house.

I hope you don't keep your maid up for you.

I would scorn to keep a girl out of her bed for the sake of brushing my hair.

Good-night, dear, and dream of the paradise that awaits you--a paradise in which there are birds to be shot, birds of paradise to make feather fans for women who hold them to their bosoms one minute, and the next dispose of them to Mr.and Mme.