"Are you busy?
No?
Then come back with me to my rooms; and--I'll make a clean breast of it." "By all means," I assented.

"When one is young--and foolish--I have often noticed, as a medical man, that a drachm of clean breast is a magnificent prescription." He walked back by my side, talking all the way of Daphne's many adorable qualities.

He exhausted the dictionary for laudatory adjectives.

By the time I reached his door it was not HIS fault if I had not learned that the angelic hierarchy were not in the running with my pretty cousin for graces and virtues.

I felt that Faith, Hope, and Charity ought to resign at once in favour of Miss Daphne Tepping, promoted.
He took me into his comfortably furnished rooms--the luxurious rooms of a rich young bachelor, with taste as well as money--and offered me a partaga.