But go on; I'll finish the game." "All right.

But whenever you feel lonesome, come here or over to my house.

There'll always be a spare room for you in either house." "It's mighty kind of you, John.

My shot ?" Warrington ran four and missed.
Voices again.
"I never believe what I hear, and only half of what I see." That was Mrs.Jack speaking.
Murmurs.

The billiard-balls clicked sharply as John played for position.
"The stage doesn't appeal to you any more, then ?" Mrs.
Franklyn-Haldene.
"Not in the least.