"But I'm bothered over Pine." "He isn't ill, is he ?" questioned Lady Garvington anxiously.

She liked her brother-in-law, who was always kind to her.
"No, hang him; nothing worse than his usual lung trouble, I suppose.

But he is in Paris, and won't answer my letters." "Letters, Freddy dear." "Yes, Jane dear," he mocked.

"Hang it, I want money, and he won't stump up.

I can't even get an answer." "Speak to Mr.Silver." "Damn Mr.Silver!" "Well, I'm sure, Frederick, you needn't swear at me," said poor, wan Lady Garvington, drawing herself up.