You really haven't been yet ?' 'No--I'm ashamed to say.' 'Do go this evening, if you can get a seat.

Which part of the theatre do you prefer ?' His eye rested on her, but he could detect no irony.
'I'm a poor man, you know.

I have to be content with the cheap places.
Which do you like best, the Savoy operas or the burlesques at the Gaiety ?' A few more such questions and answers, of laboured commonplace or strained flippancy, and Everard, after searching his companion's face, broke off with a laugh.
'There now,' he said, 'we have talked in the approved five o'clock way.
Precisely the dialogue I heard in a drawing-room yesterday.

It goes on day after day, year after year, through the whole of people's lives.' 'You are on friendly terms with such people ?' 'I am on friendly terms with people of every kind.' He added, in an undertone, 'I hope I may include you, Miss Nunn ?' But to this she paid no attention.

She was looking at Monica and Miss Barfoot, who had just risen from their seats.