He told himself that he was an ass--but still he went on being an ass.

During the whole afternoon he could do nothing but think of what he had in hand.

He was to tell Florence everything, but had Florence known the actual state of his mind, I doubt whether she would have been satisfied with him.

The train was due at 8 p.m.He dined at the Oxford and Cambridge Club at six, and then went to his lodgings to take one last look at his outer man.

The evening was very fine, but he went down to the station in a cab, because he would not meet Lady Ongar in soiled boots.