"Because he's in love already, in love with perfection."
"But as he'll be sure to identify perfection with you—"
"He will see very little of me."
"Then he's all the more likely to."
"Kitty, am I the sort of woman who allows that sort of thing to happen—with that sort of man?"
"My dear, you're the sort of woman who treats men as if they were disembodied spirits, and that's the most dangerous sort I know. If I'm not mistaken Mr. Savage Keith Rickman's spirit is very much embodied."
"What is the good of trying to make me uncomfortable when it's all settled? I can't go back on my word."
"No, I suppose you've got to stick to it. Unless, of course, your father interferes."
"Father never interferes. Did you ever know him in his life refuse me anything I wanted?"
"I can't say I ever did." Kitty's tone intimated that perhaps it would have been better if he sometimes had. "Still, Sir Frederick objects strongly to people who interfere with him, and he may not care to have the young Savage poet, or poet Savage, hanging about."