It was growing late, and though one might stand on the brink of a deep chasm of disaster, one was still obliged to dress for dinner.

speed is the curse of the age.

This, said Damerel wrathfully, is the second time you have walked in just as I am about to propose to your sister!

My dear girl, don't talk nonsense to me! You're lazy, that's all that's wrong with you. Why don't you take up social work?

You are an atrocious person! Since the day I met you I have become steadily more depraved.

I daresay Freddy might not be a great hand at slaying dragons- but one has not the smallest need of a man who can kill dragons!

Oh, 'tis not my qualities they object to! 'Tis my lack of vice.