Oh, Miss Mutimer--oh!' 'Mr.Keene, I can't say yes, and I don't like to be so unkind to you as to say no.

You'll let that do for the present, won't you ?' 'Bless your bright eyes, of course I will! If I don't love you for your own sake, I'm the wretchedest turnip-snatcher in London.

Good-bye, Princess!' 'Who taught you to call me that ?' 'Taught me?
It was only a word that came naturally to my lips.' Curiously, this was quite true.

It impressed Alice Maud, and she thought of Mr.Keene for at least five minutes continuously after his departure.
She was extravagantly gay as they drove in a four-wheeled cab to the station next morning.

Mr.Keene made no advances.