"How very continental of you." she said, referring to him kissing any man at all. "But you are making assumptions on the way I think, not a very wise thing, assuming what a woman is thinking. But I will say you hardly look the sort to fancy other men, though appearances, as I am sure you know, mean nothing. I am an excellent example of this truth, I may look delicate and I am certainly not."
Her smile was sweet and urbane as one would expect from a proper young woman, when she was decidedly not. "You could say that, but it would most certainly be a lie. You find my tongue amusing, if you had not you would have told me off and left. But I think the real reason you're hanging about me is that I am in fact Irving Slater's daughter and you think I could be possibly be useful to you."