On those few occasions when you did honour us at the club before you left for Berlin, you were agreeable enough, but I do not remember that you once asked me to dine with you.

There was no Captain Baring then." "The truth is," Norgate confessed, "since I returned, I have felt rather like hiding myself.

I don't care about going to my own club or visiting my own friends.

I came to the St.James's as a sort of compromise." "You are not very flattering," she complained.
"Wouldn't you rather I were truthful ?" asked Norgate.

"One's friends, one's real friends, are scarcely likely to be found at a mixed bridge club." "After that," she sighed, "I am going to telephone to Captain Baring.