"I think you might have known me better than that." "Yes, I might; in fact, I ought to have done," agreed Elisabeth with some truth.

"But why didn't you tell me the real reason ?" "Because I thought it might worry and frighten you.

Not that there really was anything to be frightened about," Christopher hastened to add; "but you might have imagined things, and been upset; you have such a tremendous imagination, you know." "I'm afraid I have; and it sometimes imagines vain things at your expense, Chris dear." "How did you find me out ?" Chris asked.
"Alan told me about the cholera scare at Burlingham, and I guessed the rest." "Then Alan was an ass.

What business had he to go frightening you, I should like to know, with a lot of fiction that is just trumped up to sell the papers ?" "But, Chris, I want you to understand how sorry I am that I was so vile to you.

I really was vile, wasn't I ?" Elisabeth was the type of woman for whom the confessional will always have its fascinations.
"You were distinctly down on me, I must confess; but you needn't worry about that now." "And you quite forgive me ?" "As I said before, I've nothing to forgive.