I know so many chaps in London who might be doing this sort of thing, don't you know.
Who knows but the chap who's writing her these letters may be one of my best friends?
It doesn't pay to take a chance on it.

I won't hear to it.
If Medcroft knows and his wife knows and Miss Fowler knows, why the deuce should we bother our heads about it?
Last night I heard the Medcroft infant bawling its lungs out--teething, I daresay--but did I go in and take a hand in straightening out the poor little beggar?
Not I.
By the same token, why should I or anybody else presume to step in and try to straighten out the troubles of its parents?
It's useless interference, either way you take it." "I think it's all very entertaining and diverting," said Mrs.
Odell-Carney carelessly.

She yawned.
"Do you really think so ?" asked the doubting Mrs.Rodney.

"I was so afraid you'd mind.

Your position in society, my dear Mrs.--" "My position in society, Mrs.Rodney, can weather the tempest you predict," said Mrs.Odell-Carney with a smile that went to Mrs.Rodney's marrow.
"Oh, if--if you really don't mind--" she mumbled apologetically.
"Not at all, my dear madam," remarked Odell-Carney, carefully adjusting his eyeglass.