When you're twenty-one, I'll hand over yours--when Dick's twenty-one, his.

Perhaps I ought to have told you all that before, but--I didn't think it necessary.

I--I dare say I've a tendency to let things slide." "You've never let things slide about us," she replied quickly, with a sudden glance which made him turn away again.

"And I only wanted to know--because I'd got an idea that--well, that we were owing everything to you." "Not from me!" he exclaimed.
"No--that would never be!" she said.

"But--don't you understand?
I--wanted to know--something.