“Your carriage awaits, my lady.” I walked up to him and slipped my hand in his extended arm. “Ever the gentleman,” I teased. “Whatever it takes to make the lady smile.”

“Come, my Lady Dangerous, your Daimons await. (Valerius)”

“Jean-Claude gave a low theatrical bow, never taking his eyes from her. "After you, my sweet. A lady should always walk before a gentleman, never behind.”

“The lake of fire awaits my lady”

“Piazza Piece—I am a gentleman in a dustcoat tryingTo make you hear. Your ears are soft and smallAnd listen to an old man not at all,They want the young men's whispering and sighing.But see the roses on your trellis dyingAnd hear the spectral singing of the moon;For I must have my lovely lady soon,I am a gentleman in a dustcoat trying.—I am a lady young in beauty waitingUntil my truelove comes, and then we kiss.But what gray man among the vines is thisWhose words are dry and faint as in a dream?Back from my trellis, Sir, before I scream!I am a lady young in beauty waiting.”

“In proceeding to the dining-room, the gentleman gives one arm to the lady he escorts—it is unusual to offer both. In proceeding to the dining-room, the gentleman gives one arm to the lady he escorts—it is unusual to offer both.”