I want to have a debauch of sweet and beautiful things." "As far as I can give them you shall have them.

My dear--" she dropped her knitting in her lap and looked over at him tragically--"I quite forgot to ask.

Did Mary put bath-salts, as I ordered, into your bath this morning ?" Leonard threw away his cigarette and slapped his leg.
"By George!" he cried.

"That explains it.

I was wondering where the Dickens that smell of ammonia came from." "If you use it every day it makes your skin so nice and soft," remarked Mrs.Boyce.
He laughed, and made the obvious jest on the use of bath-salts in the trenches.
"I wonder, mother, whether you have any idea of what trenches and dug-outs look like." He told her, very picturesquely, and went on to a general sketch of life at the front.