The More Enchanted The Idyll, Greater Must

His Attention Caught, Her Companion Raised His Eyes From The Book Which Lay Open Beside Him On The Table And Directed Them Upon Her In A Look Of Aloof Enquiry. 'what's That? Did You Say Something To Me, Venetia?' 'yes, Love,' Responded His Sister Cheerfully, 'but It Wasn't Of The Least Consequence, And In Any Event I Answered For You. You Would Be Astonished, I Daresay, If You Knew What Interesting Conversations I Enjoy With Myself.

Léonie, You Will Do Well To Consider. You Are Not The First Woman In My Life." She Smiled Through Her Tears. "monseigneur, I Would So Much Rather Be The Last Woman Than The First,” She Said.

Sir Richard Sighed. "rid Yourself Of The Notion That I Cherish Any Villainous Designs Upon Your Person," He Said. "i Imagine I Might Well Be Your Father. How Old Are You?" "i Am Turned Seventeen." "well, I Am Nearly Thirty," Said Sir Richard. Miss Creed Worked This Out. "you Couldn't Possibly Be My Father!" "i Am Far Too Drunk To Solve Arithmetical Problems. Let It Suffice That I Have Not The Slightest Intention Of Making Love To You.

The Society Of My Relatives Can Only Be Enjoyed With Frequent Intervals.

You Have A Genius For Bringing Trouble Upon Yourself