I _know_ it's true! I wish it wasn't." "If it's true," he said, "or even if you only believe it's true, what on earth made you do what you did to-night ?" "It was so deadly," she exclaimed, "so deadly dull!" She yawned.

"You see, I can't help yawning even at the recollection of it!" And in the darkness her companion smiled.
"I felt as if I wanted to wake them all up! Also I felt as if I wanted to know something more about them than I did.

Also"-- she hesitated.
"Yes ?" he said questioningly.
"I rather wanted to impress Aunt Blanche." The words came slowly, reluctantly.
"I wonder what made you want to do that ?" asked Donnington dryly.
"Somehow--well, you know, Bill, that sort of cool unbelief of hers stings me.

She's always thought I make it all up as I go along." "You do sometimes," he said in a low voice.
"I used to, Bill--but I don't now: it isn't necessary." He turned rather quickly.

"Honest Injun, Bubbles ?" "Yes.