By Jove, I say you are far too lovely for such a fate!" "Sir!" cried Margery, drawing herself up to her fullest height.

"I work for my living, but I want you to understand that I am proud of the fact, instead of deeming it a disgrace, as you seem to think it.
"Up to this hour I have always considered you a man of honor--one of nature's noblemen--a gentleman.

Now I know you as you are--a _roue_--ay, a scoundrel.

I would scorn to remain another hour in your employ.

Money earned in this establishment from this moment would burn my fingers." "Hoity-toity! Don't get big feelings too suddenly, my pretty dear," he cried, with a load, hilarious laugh.