You're all right, aren't you, Dredlinton ?" "Right as rain," was the confident reply.

"But let's hear your bid, if you're going to make one." "Bid?
You've got nothing to sell," Phipps declared good humouredly, with a covert glance towards Wingate.

"What are you getting rid of, eh?
Your household goods ?" "Come on, Phipps," Dredlinton persisted.

"You're not going to fade away like that.

You've given me the straight tip.