How long shall you take to polish him off, Kit Ines ?' The opponent of Ben Todds calculated.
'Well, sir, steady Benny ought to be satisfied with his dose in, say, about forty minutes.

Maybe he won't own to it before an hour and ten.
He's got a proud English stomach.' 'Shall we be late ?' Potts asked.
'Jump in,' Fleetwood said to his man.

'We may be five minutes after time, Chummy.

I had a longer drive, and had to get married on the way, and--ah, here they are!' 'Lady coming ?' 'I fancy she sticks to the coach; I don't know her tastes.

Madge must see her through it, that's positive.' Potts deferred his astonishment at the things he was hearing and seeing, which were only Fleetwood's riddles.