"Anyhow, Wittekind, who has the commercial end of things in view, thinks it's ripping." He lifted his glass.

"Here's to 'God.'" "Here's to the new book under a different name," said I.
When I told Barbara about this, she rather agreed with Wittekind.

It all depended on the matter and quality of the book itself.
"Well, anyhow," said I, abhorrent of dissension, "thank Heaven the wretched composition's nearly finished." On the morning of the twenty-third came my cousin Eileen and her offspring, and in the afternoon came Liosha and Mrs.Considine.

Jaffery met his dynamic widow with frank heartiness, and for the hour before bedtime, there were wild doings in the nursery, in which neither my wife, nor my cousin, nor Mrs.Considine, nor myself were allowed to participate.

When nurses sounded the retreat, our two Brobdingnagians appeared in the drawing-room, radiant, and dishevelled, with children sticking to them like flies.