We'll stay here until this thing is ended.

I don't give a hang what she's done, I'm not going to desert her." "But--but he isn't her husband," gasped Mrs.Rodney, struck dumb by this amazing rebellion.
"But she's your cousin, isn't she, madam ?" he retorted with fierce irony.
"I disown her!" wailed his wife, _sans raison_.
"Go to your rooms!" stormed pudgy Mr.Rodney.Then, as they slunk away, he turned to the approving Odell-Carney, sticking out his chest a trifle in his new-found authority.

"I say, Carney, what's to be done next ?" The other looked at him for a moment as if in doubt.

Then his face cleared, and he took the little man's arm in his.
"We'll have a drink first and then see," he said.
As they were entering the buffet, a cheery voice accosted them from behind.

Freddie Ulstervelt came up, real distress in his face.
"I say, count me in on this.