We went over there, and Mrs.Roscoe explained that 'the men were all dying for a drink,' though I noticed that Mr.Lamhorn was the only one near death's door on that account.
Edith and Mrs.Roscoe said they knew I'd been bored at the dinner.

They were objectionably apologetic about it, and they seemed to think NOW we were going to have a 'good time' to make up for it.

But I hadn't been bored at the dinner, I'd been amused; and the 'good time' at Mrs.
Roscoe's was horribly, horribly stupid." "But, Mary," her mother began, "is--is--" And she seemed unable to complete the question.
"Never mind, mamma.

I'll say it.

Is Mr.James Sheridan, Junior, stupid?
I'm sure he's not at all stupid about business.