But you haven't seen half of it yet.

There's the breakfast-bell.
Don't trouble to change: I like you in those flannels." He laid his hand on Stafford's broad, straight shoulder.

"You have the knack of wearing your clothes as if they grew on you, Staff." Stafford laughed.
"I ought to hand that compliment on to Measom, sir," he said; "he's the responsible person and deserves the credit, if there is any." He looked at his father's upright, well-dressed and graceful figure.

"But he would hand it back to you, I think, sir." There was a pause, then Stafford said: "Do you know any of your neighbours--any of the people round about ?" "No; I was never here until yesterday, excepting for an hour or two.
But we shall know them, I suppose; they'll call in a little while, and we will ask them to dinner, and so on.

There should be some nice people--Ah, Mr.Howard, we've stolen a march on you!" "I'm not surprised, sir," said Howard, as he came up in his slow and languid way.