People might hurt themselves." "Of course they might.

Infernally dangerous.

I shall complain." The voices fell away into distance; the band in the ballroom struck up again, and the woman on the settee in the alcove sat up and prepared to rise.
"Suppose we go down now," she said.
Her companion moved away from the little window as one coming out of a reverie.

"Our gallant Major Shirley seems somewhat disgruntled tonight," he said.

"Do you know him ?" "Yes, I know him." Her words fell with icy precision.
"So do I." The man's tone was one of sheer amusement.