"Have you never been to Court ?" She snapped her fingers airily.

"Of course! Dozens of times! Poor companions always go to Court.

How often do you go!" "As often as you admit me to your most gracious presence," he said.
She clapped her hands softly.

"Why, that is even prettier than the stale fish one! Mr.Green, what can have happened to you ?" "I daren't tell you," he said.
A sudden silence fell upon the words.

Juliet puffed the smoke from her cigarette, and watched it rise.