"Well, if you get chipped, don't blame me. There's about as much cover on a baccarat-table as you'll find on that small-bush veld."
"All the better for seeing things, my dear!" She gave him a radiant glance over her shoulder as she snapped her diamond necklace.
"You'll see things you won't enjoy. Mind that. Unless the whole affair ends in sheer fizzle."
"I'll pray that it mayn't!"
"I'd pray to have you much more like the ordinary woman who funks raw-head-and-bloody-bones if I thought it would be any good!"
"My poor old boy, it's thirty years too late. You ought to have begun while I was crying in the cradle. And—I was under the impression that you married me because you found me different from the ruck. And besides—think of my paper!"
"Damn the rag! I think of my wife!"
She swept him a curtsy:
"Cela va sans dire!"
"And how a woman of your birth and breedin' can dream of nothin' else but doin' somethin' that'll make you notorious—set the smart crowd gabblin' and gapin' and crushin' to stare—is more than I can understand!"