Freddy is a weak, self-indulgent fool, and is eating his way into the next world.

It will be a happy day for you when an apoplectic fit makes you a widow." "My dear," the wife was shocked, "he is your brother." "More's the pity.

I have no illusions about Freddy, Jane, and I don't think you have either.

Now, go away and sleep.

It's no use lying awake thinking over to-morrow's dinner.