I want to enjoy myself." And he rose, stretched his great arms, and wandered about the room.
To all appearance he had forgotten the very existence of things political.

Arthur, who had a contest to face shortly, was eager for advice and the odds and ends of information which defend the joints in a candidate's harness, but the well-informed man disdained to help.

He tested the guns, gave his verdict on rods, and ranged through a cabinet of sporting requisites.

Then he fell on his host's books, and for an hour the three were content to listen to him.

It was rarely that Wratislaw fell into such moods, but when the chance came it was not to be lightly disregarded.