The clubmen talked of it with amusement.
Hard lines, to be sure, for Carnaby, and yet harder for his wife, who had lost no end of jewellery; but the thing was so neatly and completely done, one must needs laugh.

One or two husbands who enjoyed the luxury of a housekeeper betrayed their uneasiness.

A discussion arose on the characteristics of housekeepers in general, and spread over the vast subject of domestic management, not often debated at the Metropolitan Club.

In general talk of this kind Rolfe never took part; smoking his pipe, he listened and laughed, and was at moments thoughtful.

Cecil Morphew, rapidly consuming cigarettes as he lay back in a soft chair, pointed the moral of the story in favour of humble domesticity.
In half an hour, his guest having taken leave, Rolfe put on his overcoat, and stepped out into the cold, clammy November night.