But from the moment a custom begins to mean what it should not, it ought to be abandoned.
You will forgive me if I no longer kiss your hand." "How cold you are!--how formal! What should it mean ?" "It is better to say too little than too much," he answered.
"Bah!" she cried, with a bitter little laugh.

"Words are silver, but silence--is very often nothing but silver-plated brass.

Put a little more wood on the fire; you make me cold." Nino obeyed.
"How literal you are!" said the baroness petulantly.

"There is fire enough on the hearth." "Apparently, signora, you are pleased to be enigmatical," said Nino.
"I will be pleased to be anything I please," she answered, and looked at him rather fiercely.

"I wanted you to drive away my headache, and you only make it worse." "I am sorry, signora.