Jaffery spent most of the sweltering hours of daylight (it was a blazing summer) in playing golf on the local course.

Adrian and Doria trod the path of the perfect lovers, while I, to justify my position as President of the Hafiz Society, worked hard at a Persian Grammar.

Barbara, the never idle, was in the meantime arranging for Liosha's future.

Her organising genius had brought Doria's suggestion as to the First Class London Boarding House into the sphere of practical things.

The Boarding House idea alone would not work; but, combine it with Mrs.Considine, and the scheme ran on wheels.
"Even you," said Barbara, as though I were a sort of Schopenhauer, a professional disparager of her sex--"even you have a high opinion of Mrs.Considine." I had.