It's your audacity in proposing to make use of me.' 'Pooh! You're only Dick,--and a print-shop.' 'Very good: that's all I am.

But, Maisie, you believe, don't you, that I love you?
I don't want you to have any false notions about brothers and sisters.' Maisie looked up for a moment and dropped her eyes.
'It's absurd, but--I believe.

I wish I could send you away before you get angry with me.

But--but the girl that lives with me is red-haired, and an impressionist, and all our notions clash.' 'So do ours, I think.

Never mind.