You know, I've been a bachelor for a good many years," he went on impressively, "but a little homey place like this always makes me think of things.

I've nothing against marriage if only a man can be lucky enough to get the right sort of girl, and although advanced thinkers like you and me and some of the others are looking at things differently, nowadays, I wouldn't mind much which way it was," he confided, dropping his voice a little and laying his hand upon her arm, "if you could make up your mind--" She snatched her arm away, and this time even he could not mistake the anger which blazed in her eyes.
"Mr.Fenn," she exclaimed, "why is it so difficult to make you understand?
I detest such liberties as you are permitting yourself.

And for the rest, my affections are already engaged." "Sounds a bit old-fashioned, that," he remarked, scowling a little.

"Of course, I don't expect--" "Never mind what you expect," she interrupted, "Please go on with this search, if you are going to make one at all.

The vulgarity of the whole thing annoys me, and I do not for a moment suppose that the packet is here." "It wasn't on Orden," he reminded her sullenly.
"Then he must have sent it somewhere for safe keeping," she replied.