There are not many 'Burke's' there." "It amuses me to think that I should confide this secret to you.

The wine is good, and perhaps--perhaps I was hungry.

Accept what I have told you as a jest." They both became untalkative as the coffee came.

Fitzgerald was musing over the impulse which had seized him in asking Breitmann to share his dinner.

He was genuinely pleased that he had done so, however; but it forced itself upon him that sometime or other these impulses would land him in difficulties.