Much obliged.

You needn't stay any longer, if you don't want to." "How soon will you be out ?" inquired Fleetwood.
"Out?
I don't know.

I shall try to drive to the office to-morrow." "Why the devil did you resign from all your clubs?
How can I see you if I don't come here ?" began Fleetwood impatiently.

"I know, of course, that you're not going anywhere, but a man always goes to his club.

You don't look well, Stephen.