"I thought I would try my luck this fine afternoon, but somehow I don't seem to progress very fast." "I should think not, indeed.

Let me see what I can do." Reginald watched him lazily, as he dropped the line into the placid water.
"What do you think about it yourself ?" he asked, after a pause.
"About what ?" "This new alliance on the tapis.

He's a very nice little fellow, I have no doubt; but if I were a pretty girl, I don't think I should like nice little fellows.

He is just the last sort of a man in the world I could fancy our bright Rose marrying." "Of course he is! It's a failing of the sex to marry the very last man their friends would expect.

But are you quite sure in this case; no April day was ever more changeable than Rose Danton." "I don't know what you mean.