"Now look here, Tom," he said angrily, "don't be an ass.

Of course I know what you mean but as the boys say here, 'Nothing doing!'" "What?
You mean it?
Nothing doing?
A fine girl like that--sweet girl--good clean stock--wonderful mother--would make a wife any man would be proud of--the real thing, you know, the real thing--I have known her these eight years--watched her grow up--rare courage--pure soul.

Nothing doing?
My God, man, have you eyes ?" It was not often that Tom Waring-Gaunt allowed himself the luxury of passion, but this seemed to him to be an occasion in which he might indulge himself.

Romayne stood listening to him with his face turned away, looking out of the window.

"Don't you hear me, Jack ?" said Waring-Gaunt.