"Well, I am lucky in my uncle, at any rate.

He is one of those few people who have a great deal of money and don't mind spending it.

I was getting bored to death with my game leg and arm, and certainly this makes one forget both of them.

Six cylinders, you see, Miss Conyers, and I wouldn't like to tell you what we can touch if we were pressed." "You won't frighten us," Geraldine assured him.
Granet glanced once more at the clock in front of him.
"For a time," he remarked, "I am your chauffeur.

I just want to see what she'll do--to experiment a little." From that point conversation became scanty.