Don't You Dare Call Me Arrogant!if Ever

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.

This, Said Damerel Wrathfully, Is The Second Time You Have Walked In Just As I Am About To Propose To Your Sister!

I Don't Know How It Is...but You Seem To Think Me Something Wonderful, And Indeed, I Am Not.

Your Fate Is Writ Clear;you Will Be Murdered. I Cannot Conceive How It Comes About That You Were Not Murdered Long Since! How Odd!charles Himself Once Said That To Me, Or Something Like It! There Is Nothing Odd In It; Any Sensible Man Must Say It!

I Think Myself I Ought To Be Shot For Writing Such Nonsense.... But It's Unquestionably Good Escapist Literature And I Think I Should Rather Like It If I Were Sitting In An Air-raid Shelter Or Recovering From Flu.