Shouldn't I be there on false pretences, don't you think ?' Richard mused; his legs were crossed, and he swayed his foot up and down.
'Well, no, I can't see that.

But I tell you what would make it simpler: do you think Mr.Wyvern would come if I, asked him ?' 'Ah, now, that would be capital! Oh, ask Mr.Wyvern by all means.

Then, of course, I should be delighted to accept.' 'But I haven't much hope that he'll come.

I rather think he regards me as his enemy.

And, you see, I never go to church.' 'What a pity that is, Mr.Mutimer! Ah, if I could only persuade you to think differently about those things! There really are so many texts that read quite like Socialism; I was looking them over with Adela on Sunday.