Whistle, and I come padding up.

Ever faithful, you see." And he uncovered the transmitter and explained to Mrs.T.West Minster his absurd delight at being whistled at.

Then he sent for a cab and sauntered into the dining-room, where he was received with undisguised hostility.
"She's been civil to me," he said; "_jeunesse oblige_, you know.

And that's why I--" "There'll be a lot of debutantes there! What do you want to go for, you cradle robber!" protested Austin--"a lot of water-bibbing, olive-eating, talcum-powdered debutantes--" Eileen straightened up stiffly, and Selwyn's teasing smile and his offered hand in adieu completed her indignation.
"Oh, good-bye! No, I won't shake hands.

There's your cab, now.