You--" "Ah, yes,--but nothing more than zat.

You too are his friend, Miss Clinton." "I see little or nothing of Mr.Percival," said Ruth stiffly.

"We are not friends,--not really friends." "But you admire him, eh?
Quite as much as I admire him,--and as every one else does." "There are certain things about him that I admire, of course." "You admire him for the same reason that I admire him.

Because he has a most charming and agreeable way of telling me to go to the devil.

Is that not so ?" "Madame Obosky!" "It comes to the same thing.