"My dear boy, there's no one like you!" "I dare say," he laughed; "but that doesn't help the question." "Well," she returned, "I can't give up my friends.

I'm making even more than Mrs.Jordan." Mr.Mudge considered.

"How much is _she_ making ?" "Oh you dear donkey!"-- and, regardless of all the Regent's Park, she patted his cheek.

This was the sort of moment at which she was absolutely tempted to tell him that she liked to be near Park Chambers.
There was a fascination in the idea of seeing if, on a mention of Captain Everard, he wouldn't do what she thought he might; wouldn't weigh against the obvious objection the still more obvious advantage.

The advantage of course could only strike him at the best as rather fantastic; but it was always to the good to keep hold when you _had_ hold, and such an attitude would also after all involve a high tribute to her fidelity.