But it'll blow over, my boy.

My advice to you is to keep out of the way for a while." "But--but it's a lie!" broke in the indignant Taffy.

"As far as I am concerned there's not a grain of truth in it!" "Oh--I beg your pardon, I'm sure." Here Honoria's terrier (the one which George had bought for her at Plymouth) interrupted by begging for a biscuit, and Sir Harry balanced one carefully on its nose.
"On trust--good dog! What does the girl say herself ?" "I don't know.

I've not seen her." "Then, my dear fellow--it's awkward, I admit--but I'm dashed if I see what you expect me to do." The baronet pulled out a handkerchief and began flicking the crumbs off his knees.
Taffy watched him for a minute in silence.

He was asking himself why he had come.