Why don't you entertain ?" "No friends, no inclination, no womankind!" Mr.Hennibul smiled incredulously.
"Your card plate is chock-full," he said, "and there are a dozen women in town at least of your connections who'd do the polite things by you.
As to inclination--well, one must do something." "That's about the most sensible thing you have said, Hennibul," Arranmore remarked.

"I've just evoked the same fact out of my own consciousness.

One must do something.

It's tiresome, but it's quite true." Politics?
"Hate 'em! Not worth while anyway." "Travel." "Done all I want for a bit, but I keep that in reserve.
"Hunt." "Bad leg, but I do a bit at it." "Society." "Sooner go on the County Council." "City." "Too much money already." "Write a book." "No one would read it." "Start a magazine." "Too hard work." Mr.Hennibul sighed.
"You're rather a difficult case," he admitted.

"You'd better come round to the club and play bridge." "I never played whist--and I'm bad-tempered." "Bit of everything then." Lord Arranmore smiled.
"That's what it'll end in, I suppose." "Pleasant times we had down at Enton," Mr.Hennibul remarked.