"So would you, if you were me.

I expect you did too when you were young." "I!" Sir Beverley uttered a harsh laugh, and released the child's hand.
"So you break the law, do you ?" he said.

"How often ?" Gracie's laugh followed his like a silvery echo.

"I shan't tell you 'cos you're a magistrate.

But we weren't really begging, Pat and I.At least it wasn't for ourselves." "Oh, of course not!" said Sir Beverley.
She looked at him with her clear eyes, unconscious of irony.