One treats that sort of man with contempt." "I agree with you most heartily.

I'm sorry I ever mentioned him." Yet Doris was well aware that the chemist had dragged in Elkin by the scruff of the neck, probably for the sake of getting him disposed of thoroughly and for all time.

Rather on the tiptoe of expectation, she awaited the next move.

It was slow in coming, so again she looked wistfully at the distant tea-drinkers.

She found slight difficulty in carrying out this portion of the stage directions.