You are romancing." "Not a bit, sir.

When I went to my room I--er--'eard 'im." "Is there a wooden partition between No.

18 and your room ?" "Yes, sir." "And cracks--large ones ?" "Yes, sir.

But why you should--oh, I see! Excuse me, sir; I thought I 'eard a bell." The waiter hurried off, and Brett unwound himself.
"So Robert is in love with Margaret," he said, laughing unmirthfully.

"Was there ever such a tangle! If I indulge in a violent flirtation with Miss Layton, and I persuade Winter to ogle Mrs.Jiro, the affair should be artistically complete." The conceit brought Ipswich to his mind.