"We render him no end of a service.

We keep him in touch with old memories." Vanderbank had reached one of the windows, shaded from without by a great striped sun-blind beneath which and between the flower-pots of the balcony he could see a stretch of hot relaxed street.

He looked a minute at these things.

"I do so like your phrases!" She had a pause that challenged his tone.

"Do you call mamma a 'phrase' ?" He went off again, quite with extravagance, but quickly, leaving the window, pulled himself up.