Give Mr.Morris another nutcracker," she added to the parlour-maid.
"What's foolish ?" asked he, cracking another.
"Oh Morris, your teeth," she said.

"Do wait a moment.

Yes, that's right.
And how can you say that my nose went in the air?
I'm sure Mr.Taynton will agree with me that that is really libellous.

And as for your being afraid to tell me you had bought a motor-car yourself, why, that is sillier than cracking nuts with your teeth." Mr.Taynton laughed a comfortable middle-aged laugh.
"Don't put the responsibility on me, Mrs.Assheton," he said.

"As long as Morris's bank doesn't tell us that his account is overdrawn, he can do what he pleases.