What a crude notion that was of yours! It is only the amateur who practises murder--' 'What about Reginald Dimmock ?' she interjected quickly.
He paused gravely.
'Reginald Dimmock,' he repeated.

'I had imagined his was a case of heart disease.

Let me send you up some more chocolate.

I'm sure you're hungry.' 'I will starve before I touch your food,' she said.
'Gallant creature!' he murmured, and his eyes roved over her face.

Her superb, supercilious beauty overcame him.