I don't know! You sometimes make me feel as though I could tell you anything....

Of course I couldn't ...

you darling!" He stepped nearer.

"You are so good and sweet, so utterly beyond evil, or the vaguest thought of it--" "Garry--I am _not_! And you know it!" He only laughed at her.
"You _don't_ think I am a horrid sort of saint, do you ?" "No, not the horrid sort--" "Garry! How can you say such things when I'm half ready now to run away with you!" The sudden hint of fire in her face and voice, and something new in her eyes, sobered him.
"Now do you know what I am ?" she said, breathing unevenly and watching him.

"Only one thing keeps me respectable.