He was not patient to-night.
"Who is this mysterious woman ?" "I am not free to tell you." "Oh!" "Leopold, what is the matter with you to-night?
You act like a boy." "Perhaps the police muddle is to blame.

Besides, every time I see this man Carmichael I feel like a baited dog." "In Heaven's name, why ?" "Nothing that I can remember.

But I have asked you a question." "And I have declined to answer that question.

All my secrets are yours, but this one is another's." "Is it her highness ?" Gretchen fingered the latch suggestively.
"I am wrong, Gretchen; you are right.

Kiss me!" She liked the tone; she liked the kisses, too, though they hurt.
"Good night, my man!" she whispered.
"Good night, my woman! To-morrow night at eight." He turned and ran lightly and swiftly up the street.