He was more quietly dressed than the usual run of music- hall successes; he had looked critically at life from too many angles not to know that though clothes cannot make a man they can certainly damn him.
"Thank you, I have lunched already," he said in answer to a question from Cicely.

"Thank you," he said again in a cheerful affirmative, as the question of hock in a tall ice-cold goblet was propounded to him.
"I've come to tell you the latest about the Gorla Mustelford evening," he continued.

"Old Laurent is putting his back into it, and it's really going to be rather a big affair.

She's going to out-Russian the Russians.

Of course, she hasn't their technique nor a tenth of their training, but she's having tons of advertisement.