"But I can't get it.

He's been sick for weeks.
Typhoid." "And in the meantime ?" The shaft went home.

Kenny sent for a model--and sent her home.
"She was too ornamental and decidedly sympathetic," he explained gloomily to Garry.

"I'm just in the mood to make a colossal fool of myself.

She was the sort of girl you'd invite to tea to meet your brother's wife." "Kenny!" "She was!" insisted Kenny.
"Any number of models are and you know it.