Speed Is The Curse Of The Age.

Of Course She Is A Fool, But So Are All Girls.

She Stretched Out Her Hand, Saying, “vernon! My Dear, What A Delightful Surprise!” “what’s Surprising About It?” He Enquired, Lifting His Black Brows. “didn’t You Ask Me To Come?” The Smile Remained Pinned To Lady Buxted’s Lips, But She Replied With More Than A Touch Of Acidity: “to Be Sure I Did, But So Many Days Ago That I Supposed You Had Gone Out Of Town!” “oh, No!” He Said, Returning Her Smile With One Of Great Sweetness.

[...]my Memory Is Reasonably Good—unlike Yours, Dear Sir!” “mine Is Erratic,” He Said Imperturbably. “i Remember Only What Interests Me.

Oh, Yes, She's Unusual!' He Said Bitterly. 'she Blurts Our Whatever May Come Into Her Head;she Tumbles From One Outrageous Escapade Into Another;she's Happier Gromming Horses And Hobnobbing With Stable-hands Than Going To Parties; She's Impertinent; You Daren't Catch Her Eye For Fear She Should Start To Giggle; She Hasn't Any Accomplishments; I Never Saw Anyone With Less Diginity; She's Abominable, And Damnably Hot At Hand, Frank To A Fault, And-a Darling!

It Has Always Seemed To Me That If One Falls In Love With Any Gentleman One Becomes Instantly Blind To His Faults.but I Am Not Blind To Your Faults, And I Do Not Think That Everything You Do Or Say Is Right! Only—is It Being—not Very Comfortable—and Cross—and Not Quite Happy, When You Aren’t There?” “that, My Darling,” Said His Lordship,taking Her Ruthlessly Into His Arms,“is Exactly What It S!” “oh—!” Frederica Gasped, As She Emerged From An Embrace Which Threatened To Suffocate Her. “now I Know! I Am In Love!