I never knew till tonight what an outline Lily has." "It's not her fault if everybody don't know it now," growled Trenor, flushed with the struggle of getting into his fur-lined coat.

"Damned bad taste, I call it--no, no cigar for me.

You can't tell what you're smoking in one of these new houses--likely as not the CHEF buys the cigars.

Stay for supper?
Not if I know it! When people crowd their rooms so that you can't get near any one you want to speak to, I'd as soon sup in the elevated at the rush hour.

My wife was dead right to stay away: she says life's too short to spend it in breaking in new people.".