In any case, you are scarcely likely to be asked." "I am not sure that I agree with you," he protested.

"Your father seems to have taken quite a fancy to me." "And you ?" she murmured.
"Well, I like the way he bought that horse," Francis admitted.

"And I am beginning to realise that there may be something in the theory which he advanced when he invited me to accompany him here this evening--that there is a certain piquancy in one's intercourse with an enemy, which friendship lacks.

There may be complexities in his character which as yet I have not appreciated." The curtain had gone up and the last act of the opera had commenced.
She leaned back in her chair.

Without a word or even a gesture, he understood that a curtain had been let down between them.