Despite the paleness of cheek, Carlia was looking her best.

Dorian was jealous.
"Carlia," he said, "why do you keep company with this Mr.Lamont ?" She was standing near the book-shelf with its meagre collection.

She turned abruptly at his question.
"Why shouldn't I go with him ?" she asked.
"You know why you shouldn't." "I don't.

Oh, I know the reasons usually given, but--what am I to do.
He's so nice, and a perfect gentleman.

What harm is there ?" "Why do you say that to me, Carlia ?" "Why not to you ?" She came and sat opposite him by the table.