Good talk: you know--no one, dear Van, should know better--what part for me that plays.
Therefore when one has deliberately to make one's talk bad--!" "'Bad' ?" Vanderbank, in his amusement, fell back in his chair.

"Dear Mrs.Brook, you're too delightful!" "You know what I mean--stupid, flat, fourth-rate.

When one has to haul in sail to that degree--and for a perfectly outside reason--there's nothing strange in one's taking a friend sometimes into the confidence of one's irritation." "Ah," Vanderbank protested, "you do yourself injustice.

Irritation hasn't been for you the only consequence of the affair." Mrs.Brook gloomily thought.

"No, no--I've had my calmness: the calmness of deep despair.