It's such a pleasure to a clever woman to engage in a little deceit--we can't blame her, can we ?" Iris protested gently against a code of morality which included the right of deceit among the privileges of the sex.

Lord Harry slipped through her fingers with the admirable Irish readiness; he agreed with Miss Henley that he was entirely wrong.
"And don't spare me while you're about it," he suggested.

"Lay all the blame of that shameful stratagem on my shoulders.

It was a despicable thing to do.

When I had you watched, I acted in a manner--I won't say unworthy of a gentleman; have I been a gentleman since I first ran away from home?
Why, it's even been said my way of speaking is no longer the way of a gentleman; and small wonder, too, after the company I've kept.
Ah, well! I'm off again, darling, on a sea voyage.