At such times an author should be locked up; but I had got out, you see.
I was so enamoured of my little fancies that I forgot I was with you.
No wonder you were angry." "I was not angry with you for forgetting me," she said sharply.

(There was no catching Grizel, however artful you were.) "But you were sighing to yourself, you were looking as tragic as if some dreadful calamity had occurred--" "The idea that had suddenly come to me was a touching one," he said.
"But you looked triumphant, too." "That was because I saw I could make something of it." "Why did you walk as if you were lame ?" "The man I was thinking of," Tommy explained, "had broken his leg.

I don't mind telling you that it was Corp." He ought to have minded telling her, for it could only add to her indignation; but he was too conceited to give weight to that.
"Corp's leg was not broken," said practical Grizel.
"I broke it for him," replied Tommy; and when he had explained, her eyes accused him of heartlessness.
"If it had been my own," he said, in self-defence, "it should have gone crack just the same." "Poor Gavinia! Had you no feeling for her ?" "Gavinia was not there," Tommy replied triumphantly.

"She had run off with a soldier." "You dared to conceive that ?" "It helped." Grizel stamped her foot.

"You could take away dear Gavinia's character with a smile!" "On the contrary," said Tommy, "my heart bled for her.