"I don't want to know anything about that.

I should like to make some money to take you and Sibyl off the stage.

I hate it." "Oh, Jim!" said Sibyl, laughing, "how unkind of you! But are you really going for a walk with me?
That will be nice! I was afraid you were going to say good-bye to some of your friends--to Tom Hardy, who gave you that hideous pipe, or Ned Langton, who makes fun of you for smoking it.

It is very sweet of you to let me have your last afternoon.

Where shall we go?
Let us go to the park." "I am too shabby," he answered, frowning.