Come along, Holker--I have been wondering--" "Been wondering what, Peter?
That I'd stay away a minute longer than I could help after this dear lady had arrived ?...

Ah, Miss Felicia! Just as magnificent and as young as ever.

Still got that Marie Antoinette look about you--you ought really--" "Stop that nonsense, Holker, right away," she cried, advancing a step to greet him.
"But it's all true, and--" "Stop, I tell you; none of your sugar-coated lies.

I am seventy if I am a day, and look it, and if it were not for these furbelows I would look eighty.

Now tell me about yourself and Kitty and the boys, and whether the Queen has sent you the Gold Medal yet, and if the big Library is finished and--" "Whew! what a cross examination.