London's so infernally full, these days." Francis hesitated.
"I really don't care," he confessed.

"Now I think of it, I shall be glad to get away from here, though.

I don't want any more congratulations on saving Oliver Hilditch's life.

Let's go where we are least likely to meet any one we know." "Respectability and a starched shirt-front, then," Wilmore decided.
"We'll go to Claridge's.".