He had immediately said it.

"You'll see if she doesn't ask me down!" "So soon ?" "Oh I've known them at places--at Cannes, at Pau, at Shanghai--do it sooner still.

I always know when they will.

You CAN'T make out they don't love me!" He spoke almost plaintively, as if he wished she could.
"Then I don't see why it hasn't done you more good." "Why Mamie," he patiently reasoned, "what more good COULD it?
As I tell you," he explained, "it has just been my life." "Then why do you come to me for money ?" "Oh they don't give me THAT!" Scott returned.
"So that it only means then, after all, that I, at the best, must keep you up ?" He fixed on her the nice eyes Lady Wantridge admired.

"Do you mean to tell me that already--at this very moment--I'm not distinctly keeping you ?" She gave him back his look.