She laughed at him, and there wasn't a girl in London at the time who wasn't after him.

And by the way, Harry, talking about silly marriages, what is this humbug your father tells me about Dartmoor wanting to marry an American?
Ain't English girls good enough for him ?" "It is rather fashionable to marry Americans just now, Uncle George." "I'll back English women against the world, Harry," said Lord Fermor, striking the table with his fist.
"The betting is on the Americans." "They don't last, I am told," muttered his uncle.
"A long engagement exhausts them, but they are capital at a steeplechase.

They take things flying.

I don't think Dartmoor has a chance." "Who are her people ?" grumbled the old gentleman.

"Has she got any ?" Lord Henry shook his head.