The Charm Of Your Society, My Sparrow,

Let Me Tell You, My Girl, That I'm Swallowing No More Of Your Insults! And If I Hear Another Word From You In Disparagement Of The Corinthian Set It Will Be Very Much The Worse For You!

I Do Not Want A Boy. I Only Want Monseigneur!

The Charm Of Your Society, My Sparrow, Lies In Not Knowing What Will You Say Next - Though One Rapidly Learns To Fear The Worst!

Randall Laid His Hand On Stella's, But Only To Remove It From His Sleeve. "my Precious, You Really Must Have Some Regard For My Clothes," He Said With Gentle Reproach. "much As I Love You, I Cannot Permit You To Maul This Particular Coat.

Well, You Have The Right To Make A Sacrifice Of Yourself, But I'll Be Damned If I'll Let You Sacrifice Me!