I went across to him as he got out of the carriage: grey dawn filled the vast echoing space; a few porters could be seen scattered about; it was all chill and depressing.
"Welcome, welcome, Oscar!" I cried holding out my hands.

"I am sorry I'm alone.

You ought to have been met by troops of boys and girls flower-crowned, but alas! you will have to content yourself with one middle-aged admirer." "Yes, it's really terrible, Frank," he replied gravely.

"If England persists in treating her criminals like this, she does not deserve to have any...." "Ah," said an old lady to him one day at lunch, "I know you people who pretend to be a great deal worse than you are, I know you.

I shouldn't be afraid of you." "Naturally we pretend to be bad, dear lady," he replied; "it is the only way to make ourselves interesting to you.