He had nothing whatever to do, and the chance meeting with Harwood was a bright incident in a bleak, eventless day.
"Oh, she's a nice child," replied Harwood indifferently.

"But she finds childhood irksome.

It gives her ladyship a feeling of importance to hold me here while she asks after the comfort of her mother.

I suppose a girl is a woman when she has learned that she can tell a man to wait." "You should write a book of aphorisms and call it 'The Young Lady's Own Handbook.' Perhaps I ought to be skipping." "For Heaven's sake, don't! I want you as an excuse for getting away." "I think I'd better go," suggested Allen.

"I can wait for you in the office." "Then I should pay the penalty for allowing you to escape; she can be very severe; she is a much harder taskmaster than her father.