I'm a poor man--devilish poor--and it takes a lot of money to enjoy oneself, nowadays.

You're all in this.

Sit tight and listen.

We'll have an auction." Wingate rose slowly to his feet, pushed his chair back and stood behind it.

Flossie gripped him by the wrist.
"Don't take any notice of him, please, Mr.Wingate," she implored, in an agonised whisper.