Give a kiss to the pretty gentleman, and look at all these pretty good-conduct stripes on the sofa! There! That's better.' 'Don't speak as if I were a baby!' 'Do you mind telling me what we're quarrelling about, my dear?
I only ask for information.' 'Oh, we're _not_.

You're awfully sweet.

You know I love you, Vincy.' 'I thought, perhaps, it was really all right.' 'Sometimes I feel miserable and jealous.' He smiled.

'Ah! What are you jealous of, Mavis ?' 'Oh, everything--everyone--all the people you meet.' 'Is that all?
Well, you're the only person I ever meet--by appointment, at any rate.' 'Well--the Ottleys!' His eye instinctively travelled to a photograph of Edith, all tulle and roses; a rather fascinating portrait.
'What about _her_ ?' asked Mavis.

'What price Mrs Ottley ?' 'Really, Mavis!--What price?
No price.