If Louis had not known him so well, he would have said he was immensely improved since the remarkable occasion on which they had last met.

He had quarreled with his best friend; he had betrayed his wife and then left her; and he could come back with a twinkle in his eye.
From where Stanistreet sat Mrs.Nevill Tyson's face was a _profil perdu_; but he could hear her breath fluttering in her throat like a bird.
"Didn't I see you two at the 'Criterion' last night ?" said Tyson.

"What did you think of 'Rosemary,' Molly ?" "I--I thought it was very good." "From a purely literary point of view, eh?
As you sat with your back to the stage your judgment was not biased by such vulgar accessories as scenery and acting.

No doubt that is the way to enjoy a play.

What are your engagements for to-night ?" "Mine?
I have none, Nevill." "Ah--well, then, you might tell them to get my room ready for me.