I do not think that you will make love to me." "Any intentions I may have had," Laverick remarked, with a sigh, "I forthwith banish.

You ask a hard task of your cavaliers, though, Mademoiselle." She smiled and looked at him from under her eyelids.
"Not of you, I fancy, Mr.Laverick," she said.

"I do not think that you are one of those who make love to every woman because she is good-looking or famous." "To tell you the truth," Laverick admitted, "I find it hard to make love to any one.

I often feel the most profound admiration for individual members of your sex, but to express one's self is difficult--sometimes it is even embarrassing.

For supper ?" "It is ordered," she declared.