It's pretty beastly, you know, to feel that half the world stretches between you and--someone you might at any moment develop a pressing desire to see." Olga frowned at him.

"What are you driving at, Nick ?" "I'm only indicating the obvious," said Nick.
"No, you're not, dear.

You're hinting things." "In that case," said Nick, "you are at liberty to treat me with the contempt I deserve.

Look here! We won't talk about this any more to-day.
The subject is too indigestible.

We'll sleep on it, and see what we think of it to-morrow." "You're not going to write to Muriel to-night ?" asked Olga.
"Not to-night.