Pity we can't go together.

I suppose you can't wait till the winter." "No, my boy.

I'm afraid I can't." Conyers spoke with a faint smile, his eyes still fixed upon the blue official paper that held his destiny.
"I'm going home forthwith, and be damned to everything and everybody--except you.

It's an understood thing, you know, Palliser, that we are partners in this deal." "Oh, rot!" exclaimed Palliser impetuously.

"I don't agree to that.