You can come and see me now and then and we can still be very good friends." Tavernake was annoyed.

He said nothing, and Beatrice, glancing up, laughed at his gloomy expression.
"You certainly are," she declared, "the most impossible, the most primitive person I ever met.

London isn't Arcadia, you know, and you are not my brother.

Besides, you were such an autocrat.

You didn't even like my going out to supper with Mr.Grier." "I hate the fellow!" Tavernake admitted.