"But I do suspect you're up to some flirtation or affair of that sort, and I have a perfect right to inquire into the matter.

Why didn't you let us meet your friends that day they called ?" "I didn't suppose you would care to know them.

They're not your sort." "Are they _your_ sort?
Oh, Zaly, I thought you _wanted_ to be our 'sort,'-- as you call it.

You don't want to have friends Bill and I wouldn't approve of, do you ?" "Oh,--I don't know _what_ I want! I wish you'd go 'way, and leave me alone!" "I will in a minute.

Tell me your friends' names." "I won't." "Then I shall ask Ray Gale.