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And, Nina--what sort of a man is this George Fane ?" "Fane ?" "Yes--the chinless gentleman with gentle brown and protruding eyes and the expression of a tame brontosaurus." "Why--how do you mean, Phil?
What sort of man?
He's a banker.

He isn't very pretty, but he's popular." "Oh, popular!" he nodded, as close to a sneer as he could ever get.
"He has a very popular wife, too; haven't you met Rosamund?
People like him; he's about everywhere--very useful, very devoted to pretty women; but I'm really in a hurry, Phil.

Won't you please explain to Eileen that I couldn't wait?
You and she were almost an hour late.