"Are you going to propose ?" "Nothing," he assured her, "is farther from my thoughts.

Lest I should be misunderstood, let me substitute the term 'affectionate interest' for 'affection.' I have felt uneasy ever since I saw Prince Shan watching you across the restaurant to-night." "Did he really watch me ?" Maggie asked complacently.
"He not only watched you," Chalmers assured her, "but he thought about you--and very little else." "Congratulate me, then," she replied.

"I am on the way to success." Chalmers frowned.
"I'm not quite so sure," he said.

"You'll think I'm an illogical sort of person, but I've changed my mind about your role in this little affair." "Why ?" "Because I am afraid of Prince Shan," he answered deliberately.
She looked at him from behind her fan.

Her eyes sparkled with interest.
If there were any other feeling underneath, she showed no trace of it.
"What a queer word for you to use!" He nodded.
"I know it.