Here is a better one.

And now, Victoria Street, sharp." Winter's ears were pricked to receive Brett's intelligence.

Beyond a sigh of professional admiration at the result of Brett's pertinacity with regard to the omnibuses passing through Whitehall at 10.45, he did not interrupt until the barrister had ended.
Even then he was silent, so Brett looked at him in surprise, "Well, Winter, what do you think of it ?" he said.
"Think! I wish I had half your luck, Mr.Brett," he answered sadly.
"How now, you green-eyed monster ?" "No.

I'm not jealous.

You beat me at my own game; I admit it.