Well--God bless you.

You're twenty-five and busy.

I'm forty-five and"-- he looked drearily into the younger man's eyes--"burnt out," he said with his mirthless laugh--"and still drenching the embers with the same stuff that set 'em ablaze....
Good-bye, Garry.

Your boat's alongside.

My compliments to your aunt." At the gangway the younger man bade adieu to Malcourt and Portlaw, laughing as the latter indignantly requested to know why Hamil wasted his time attending to business.
Malcourt drew him aside: "So you're going to rig up a big park and snake preserve for Neville Cardross ?" "I'm going to try, Louis.