Oh, read your paper, Tommy! You know well enough I'm not one of those tail-wagging imbeciles who wakes up in the morning singing like a half-witted lark.

Why should I, with this taste in my mouth, and the laundress using vitriol, and Henry sneering at my cigars ?" He yawned and cast his eyes toward the ceiling.

"Besides, there's too much gilt all over this club! There's too much everywhere.

Half the world is stucco, the rest rococo.

Where's that Martini I bid for ?" Kerns, undisturbed, applied himself to cocoa and toasted muffins.
Grapefruit and an amber-tinted accessory were brought for the other and sampled without mirth.