"You never give me a chance of showing what I can do in that direction." "Too old, my dear young lady," her host lamented, as he mixed himself a whisky and soda.
"Rubbish!" she scoffed.

"Too much in love with some one else, I believe." "These are too strenuous days for that sort of thing," he rejoined, "except for children like you and Mr.Wilshaw." "I don't know so much about that," she objected.

"The world has never gone so queerly that people haven't remembered to go on loving and be made love to.

Look at the war marriages." "Yes--and the war divorces," he reminded her.
"Brute!" she exclaimed, with a little grimace.
"Why 'brute' ?" he protested.

"You can't deny them.