"I hear perfectly well with the other one." "Yes," drawled Freddie, with a wink, "so I've observed." After a reflective silence the young man ventured the interesting conclusion, "She's a stunning girl, all right." Brock looked polite askance.

"By Jove, I'm glad she isn't _my_ sister-in-law." "I suppose I'm expected to ask why," frigidly.
"Certainly.

Because, if she was, I _couldn't_.

Do you get the point ?" He crossed his legs and looked insupportably sure of himself.
They reached Munich late in the afternoon and went at once to the Hotel Vier Jahretzeiten, where they were to find the Odell-Carneys.
Mr.Odell-Carney was a middle-aged Englishman of the extremely uninitiative type.

He was tall and narrow and distant, far beyond what is commonly accepted as _blase_; indeed, he was especially slow of speech, even for an Englishman, quite as if it were an everlasting question with him whether it was worth while to speak at all.