"I think _Mignonette_ would suit you better," he said, in his quick, caressing way.

"It's time I chose a name for you, _ma chere_.

I shall call you that." "Or just Nonette of Nowhere," breathed the red lips, piteously smiling.
"That would suit me--best of all." "No--no!" said Saltash, and gently relinquished his hold.

"Don't forget that you are a favourite of the gods! That counts for something, my Toby.
They don't take up with everybody." "They haven't done much for me so far," said Toby, suddenly rebellious.
"Hush!" said Saltash, with semi-comic warning.

"You are too young to say that." "I am--older than you think, sir," said Toby, colouring painfully and turning from his look.
"No, you're not!" Swiftly, with a certain arrogance, Saltash made answer.
"I know--how old you are, child.