Expanding naturally, he talked with spirit and intelligence during dinner, and made love to her after dinner with even more spirit and intelligence.

As a rule, he stayed on the nights he dined with her till a quarter to eleven.

But that night she dismissed him at ten o'clock, saying that she was feeling tired and wished to go to bed early.

Smoking another of Lord Loudwater's favourite cigars, he walked briskly back to the Castle, more firmly convinced than ever that every possible step must be taken to prevent any diminution of the income of a woman of such excellent taste in food and wine.

It would be little short of a crime to discourage the exercise of her fine natural gift for stimulating the genius of a promising dramatist.
He was not in the habit of going to bed early, and having put on slippers and an old and comfortable coat, he once more turned to the novel by Artzybachev.