But I wouldn't let him.
_Man_: Why not?
_Woman_: If you knew what sort of man he was you wouldn't ask.
_Man_: Oh! But look here, I say! You must let me use that in my story.
Tell me all about it.
_Woman_: Not for worlds.
_Man_: He--he made up to you?
_Woman_: Rather! _Priam Farll (to himself)_: What a barefaced lie! Never was at Ostend in my life.
_Man_: Can't I use it if I don't print your name--just say a distinguished actress.
_Woman_: Oh yes, you can do _that_.

You might say, of the musical comedy stage.
_Man_: I will.

I'll run something together.

Trust me.

Thanks awfully.
At this point a young and emaciated priest passed up the room.
_Woman_: Oh! Father Luke, is that you?
Do come and sit here and be nice.
This is Father Luke Widgery--Mr.Docksey, of the _Record_.
_Man_: Delighted.
_Priest_: Delighted.
_Woman_: Now, Father Luke, I've just _got_ to come to your sermon to-morrow.