Of course I've always known that you don't really care for me, but as soon as the world knows it you are irrevocably damaged as a plaything.

That is the great secret that binds us together, the knowledge that we have no real affection for one another.

And this afternoon every one will know that you are a great artist, and no great artist was ever a great lover." "I shan't be difficult to replace, anyway," said Ronnie, with what he imagined was a becoming modesty; "there are lots of boys standing round ready to be fed and flattered and put on an imaginary pedestal, most of them more or less good-looking and well turned out and amusing to talk to." "Oh, I dare say I could find a successor for your vacated niche," said Cicely lightly; "one thing I'm determined on though, he shan't be a musician.

It's so unsatisfactory to have to share a grand passion with a grand piano.

He shall be a delightful young barbarian who would think Saint Saens was a Derby winner or a claret." "Don't be in too much of a hurry to replace me," said Ronnie, who did not care to have his successor too seriously discussed.