Because you had her brother upstairs, that's no reason why--But that's just like these people.

You give them an inch and--" Jack's cheeks flushed: "But, Corinne! She's offered you a courtesy--asked you to her house, and--" "I don't care; I'm not going! Would you, Garry ?" The son of the Collector hesitated for a moment.

He had his own ideas of getting on in the world.

They were not Jack's--his, he knew, would never succeed.

And they were not exactly Corinne's--she was too particular.
The fence was evidently the best place for him.
"Would be rather a bore, wouldn't it ?" he replied evasively, with a laugh.