But I warn you, Miss Winwood, you may be letting yourself in for a perfectly avoidable lot of trouble." "I like trouble," said Miss Winwood.
"You're certainly looking for it," replied the doctor glancing at Paul and stuffing his stethoscope into his pocket.

"And in this case, I can promise you worry beyond dreams of anxiety." The word of Ursula Winwood was law for miles around.

Dr.Fuller, rosy, fat and fifty, obeyed, like everyone else; but during the process of law-making he had often, before now, played the part of an urbane and gently satirical leader of the opposition.
She flashed round on him, with a foolish pain through her heart that caused her to catch her breath.

"Is he as bad as that ?" she asked quickly.
"As bad as that," said the doctor, with grave significance.

"How he managed to get here is a mystery!" Within a quarter-of-an-hour the unconscious Paul, clad in a suit of Colonel Winwood's silk pyjamas, lay in a fragrant room, hung with green and furnished in old, black oak.
Never once, in all his life, had Paul Kegworthy lain in such a room.
And for him a great house was in commotion.