The dramatic critic mumbled unheard that some piece or other was off the bills of the Adelphi.

I grinned vacantly.

Afterward, under his breath, Fox put me up to a thing or two regarding the inner meaning of the new daily.

Put by him, without any glamour of a moral purpose, the case seemed rather mean.

The dingy smoking-room depressed me and the whole thing was, what I had, for so many years, striven to keep out of.