"_Never!_ nobody ever does; I am a proverb and a by-word for my malapropos speeches.
Mother always _trembles_ when she hears me talking to a stranger.

The first day that I dined after you came, Algy made me a list of things that I was not to talk about to you." "A list of sore subjects ?" says my lover, laughing.

"But how did the boy know what _were_ my sore subjects?
What were they, Nancy ?" "Oh, I do not know! I have forgotten," reply I, in some confusion.

"I've made some very bad shots." And so we slip away from the subject; but, all the same, I wish that I had not said it.
We have come to the day before the wedding.

My spirits, which held up bravely during the first two weeks of my engagement, have now fallen--fallen, like a wind at sundown.