_Your_ lawyers ought to forbid _you_ to talk about this case, particularly"-- with a demure smile--"to the plaintiff." "Alida," he said, "I am determined to remain your friend.

You may do what you will, say what you wish, yes, even use my own words against me, but"-- and virtue fairly exuded from every perspiring pore--"I will not retaliate!" "I'm afraid you can't, William," she said softly.
"Won't you--forgive ?" he asked in a melting voice; but his eyes were round with apprehension.
"There are some things that no woman can overlook," she said.
"I'll send my men down to fix that bridge--" "Bridges can be mended; I was not speaking of the bridge." "You mean those sheep--" "No, Mr.Portlaw." "Well, there's a lot--I mean that some little sand has been washed over your meadow--" "Good night," she said, turning her horse's head.
"Isn't it the sand, Alida ?" he pleaded.

"You surely will forgive that timber-cutting--and the shooting of a few migratory birds--" "Good night," touching her gray mare forward to where he was awkwardly blocking the wood-path....

"Do you mind moving a trifle, Mr.Portlaw ?" "About--ah--the--down there, you know, at Palm Beach," he stammered, "at that accursed lawn-party--" "Yes ?" She smiled but her eyes harboured lightning.
"It was so hot in Florida--you know how infernally hot it was, don't you, Alida ?" he asked beseechingly.

"I scarcely dared leave the Beach Club." "Well ?" "I--I thought I'd just m-m-mention it.