I feel lonely and want company," was Ralph's greeting.
"You've some that's very good which you've yet deserted." "Do you mean my cousin?
Oh, she has a visitor and doesn't want me.

Then Miss Stackpole and Bantling have gone out to a cafe to eat an ice--Miss Stackpole delights in an ice.

I didn't think they wanted me either.
The opera's very bad; the women look like laundresses and sing like peacocks.

I feel very low." "You had better go home," Lord Warburton said without affectation.
"And leave my young lady in this sad place?
Ah no, I must watch over her." "She seems to have plenty of friends." "Yes, that's why I must watch," said Ralph with the same large mock-melancholy.
"If she doesn't want you it's probable she doesn't want me." "No, you're different.

Go to the box and stay there while I walk about." Lord Warburton went to the box, where Isabel's welcome was as to a friend so honourably old that he vaguely asked himself what queer temporal province she was annexing.