Allow yourself some latitude." "Latitude, not license," she returned.

Having deftly laid on him the responsibility for this evening's episode, this excursion into the dangerous fields of past memory and sentiment and perjured faith, she closed the book of her own debit and credit with a smile of satisfaction.
"Let me look at you," he said, standing her off from him.
Holding her hand, he turned her round like a child to be inspected.
"Well, you're a dream," he added, as she released herself and swept into a curtsey, coquetting with her eyes as she did so.

"You're wonderful in blue--a flower in the azure," he added.

"I seem to remember that gown before--years ago--" She uttered an exclamation of horror.

"Good gracious, you wild and ruthless ruffian! A gown--this gown--years ago! My bonny boy, do you think I wear my gowns for years ?" "I wear my suits for years.