In Heaven's name, Simon, why didn't you tell me?
My dear old Simon." Tears rushed into his eyes and he gripped my hand until I winced.

I put my other hand on his shoulder and laughed with a contorted visage.
"My good Dale, the moribund are fragile." "Oh, Lord, man, how can you make a jest of it ?" "Would you have me drive about in a hearse, instead of a cab, by way of preparation ?" "But what have the doctors told you ?" asked Lola.
"My two dear people!" I cried, "for goodness' sake don't fall over me in this way.

I'm not going to die to-morrow unless my cook poisons me or I'm struck by lightning.

I'm going to live for a deuce of a time yet.
A couple of weeks at least.

And you'll very much oblige me by not whispering a word abroad about what you've heard this afternoon.