"Nobody but me and an old woman without any teeth.

You know the poor in Ireland lose their teeth after they're twenty.

But you wouldn't expect a politician to understand that--Arthur Balfour wouldn't understand that." Ridley sighed that he never expected any one to understand anything, least of all politicians.
"However," he concluded, "there's one advantage I find in extreme old age--nothing matters a hang except one's food and one's digestion.

All I ask is to be left alone to moulder away in solitude.

It's obvious that the world's going as fast as it can to--the Nethermost Pit, and all I can do is to sit still and consume as much of my own smoke as possible." He groaned, and with a melancholy glance laid the jam on his bread, for he felt the atmosphere of this abrupt lady distinctly unsympathetic.
"I always contradict my husband when he says that," said Mrs.Thornbury sweetly.