"If I should be prevented," he began,--The young woman glared at him.
"Look here, I've had enough of this shilly-shallying!" she exclaimed sharply.

"Do you mean taking me out on Thursday or do you not ?--because there's a gentleman who comes in here for his beer most every morning who's most anxious I should dine out with him my next night off.

I've only to say the word and he'll fetch me in a taxicab.

I'm not sure that he hasn't got a motor of his own.

No more nonsense, if you please, Mr.
Waddington," she continued, shaking out her duster.