What a grossly sensual life was masked by their airs and graces! He had half a mind to start tomorrow for the Syrian deserts.
'Do let us see you again soon,' said his hostess, as he took leave of her.

'Come in at five o'clock on Wednesday, that's our quiet day; only a few of our _real_ friends.

We shall be in town till Christmas, for certain.' On the stairs he passed Mr.Felix Dymes, the composer of 'Margot'.
'Oh, it's the easiest thing in the world,' Mr.Dymes was saying, 'to compose a song that will be popular.

I'll give you the recipe, and charge nothing You must have a sudden change to the minor, and a waltz refrain--that's all.

Oh yes, there's money in it.