"No, don't think about leaving the house.

You can't, there are no Sunday trains.

Besides you won't if I ask you not." "'In vain is the net spread in the sight of any bird,'" I replied, firm as a mountain.
"Is it?
Then why are so many caught ?" At that moment the Bull of Bashan--I mean Smith, began to bellow something at his hostess from the other end of the table and our conversation came to an end.
"I say, old chap," whispered Scroope in my ear when we stood up to see the ladies out.

"I suppose you are thinking of marrying again.

Well, you might do worse," and he glanced at the glittering form of Lady Ragnall vanishing through the doorway behind her guests.
"Shut up, you idiot!" I replied indignantly.
"Why ?" he asked with innocence.