'Leave me alone with this boy a little--there's a dear parent,' she whispered in his ear.
'I am a mere cypher, an obedient nobody,' Racksole replied, pinching her arm surreptitiously.

'Treat me as such.

Use me as you like.

I will go and look after my hotel' And soon afterwards he disappeared.
Nella and Mr Dimmock sat together on the terrace, sipping iced drinks.
They made a handsome couple, bowered amid plants which blossomed at the command of a Chelsea wholesale florist.

People who passed by remarked privately that from the look of things there was the beginning of a romance in that conversation.