But they say he snaps his fingers at tattle, and laughs.

Well, it doesn't matter for him, perhaps, but a game of two....

Oh! it'll be all right.

They can't reach London before dusk.

And the cat's away.' 'It's more than ever incomprehensible to me how she could have married that man,' said his wife.
'I've long since given it up,' said he.
Diana wrote her thanks for the delightful welcome, telling of her drive home to smoke and solitude, with a new host of romantic sensations to keep her company.