Look out, Mrs.Dalmain! He owes you a grudge.

Hey, presto! Vanish from the chair, or Helen's cousin will lean over, with a bleeding face, threatening to kill you with both hands!...
"Good-evening, Cousin Aubrey.

How is your lip to-night?
You mustn't kiss Helen again, until that lip is well.

Helen will be ashamed of you for not being able to put fuel into a stove without knocking your lip.

Fie, man! Poor happy Ronnie, going home to show his wife his 'cello, believed you.