If it were to be a gift to the world, a real philanthropic enterprise, it would be different." "The world wasn't made for philanthropists, dear," she reminded him.
"We are only poor human beings, and in our days we have to eat and drink and love." "If only Mr.Bomford--" he began-- She laid her fingers warningly upon his arm.

Mr.Bomford was coming across the lawn towards them.

"If you go off alone with him," Burton whispered, "I'll get back the beans and swamp the enterprise.

I swear it." "If you leave us alone together," she answered softly, "I'll never speak to you again." She sprang lightly to her feet.
"Come," she declared, "it is chilly out here to-night.

We are all going back into the drawing-room.