I have stopped the music until they fix it up." "Don't talk nonsense, Talbot Rutter, not to me.

There was bad blood over there--you better look after them.

There'll be trouble if you don't." The colonel tucked the edge of a rebellious ruffle inside his embroidered waistcoat and with a quiet laugh said: "St.George is attending to them." "St.George is as big a fool as you are about such things.

Go, I tell you, and see what they are doing in there with the door shut." "But, my dear Mrs.Cheston," echoed her host with a deprecating wave of his hand--"my Harry would no more attack a man under his own roof than you would cut off your right hand.

He's not born that way--none of us are." "You talk like a perfect idiot, Talbot!" she retorted angrily.