"I am the victim of circumstances." "But for a whole year!" she exclaimed.

"You are not like so many young Englishmen.

You do not wish to spend your time playing polo and golf, and shooting.

You must do something.

What are you going to do with that year ?" He moved across the room and took a cigarette from a box.
"Give me something to drink, please," she begged.
He opened a cupboard in his sideboard and gave her some soda-water.