"He was what you may describe as brusque.
It is the English way, perhaps, of treating such matters.

Now, for myself I should have been warmer, I think.

I should have allowed myself a little play, as it were.

One says a few pretty things--is it not so?
One suggests that the lady is an angel and oneself entirely unworthy of a happiness which is only to be compared with the happiness that is promised to us in the hereafter.

It is an occasion upon which to be eloquent." "Not for the English," corrected Madame de Chantonnay, holding up a hand to emphasise her opinion.