And I hate foreigners.

They are terribly in earnest but there is no finesse about them.

You may kiss me just once, please, Nigel, the way I like." He held her for a moment in his arms, tenderly, but with a reserve to which she was accustomed from him.

Presently she thrust him away.

Her own colour had risen a little.
"Delightful," she murmured.