I'm really getting ashamed of it." "Isn't she dreadful ?" Sybil murmured to Brooks.

"I hope you will come to Enton before we leave." "It is very kind of you, Lady Sybil," Brooks said, "but you must remember that I am not like most of the men you meet.

I have to work hard, especially just now." "And if I were you I would be thankful for it," she said, warmly.

"From our point of view, at any rate, there is nothing so becoming to a man as the fact that he is a worker.

Sport is an excellent thing, but I detest young men who do nothing else but shoot and hunt and loaf about.