"If you looked more like a villain you'd be less dangerous."
"That's cruel. We may not see each other again. Won't you shake hands with me?"
"What is the use of shaking hands with a stranger we are never to see again," she said.
"But if we shake hands," he persisted, "we may not be strangers."
"No? Then, we'll not shake."
William strolled through the room, halting just long enough to assure them that he was not trying to break into the plot. "He's a queer duck," said Goyle.
"I wish there were more of his feather," she replied. "He can pass through without stopping."
"And so could I but for you," he rejoined.
She snapped her eyes at him. "What nerve tonic do you take?"
"Nature's. She gives me a tonic whenever I look at you."