I'd have to throw up my practise here.
Of course I'd need some sort of guarantee from you chaps." The proposal falling flat, he gathered the nearly empty bottles into one place and shouted for his boy to come and carry them away.
"Think it over!" he urged as he got up to leave us.

"You might take a bigger fool than me with you.

You'd need a doctor on a trip like that.
I'm an expert on some of these tropical diseases.

Think it over!" "Fred!" said Monty, as soon as the doctor had left the room, "I'm tempted by this ivory of yours." But Fred, in the new blue dressing-gown the doctor had brought, was in another world--a land of trope and key and metaphor.

For the last ten minutes he had kept a stub of pencil and a scrap of paper working, and now the strident tones of his too long neglected concertina stirred the heavy air and shocked the birds outside to silence.