He covered his face with his hands to shut out the prospect.
"I couldn't come back!" he muttered "I couldn't!" "That's all very well," Mr.Waddington objected, "but if this thing really passes off, you'll be only too glad to.

I suppose I shall flirt with Milly again, and drink beer, give up Ruskin for the Sporting Times, wear loud clothes, tell most frightful falsehoods when I sell that terrible furniture and buy another trotting horse to drive out on Sundays.

Oh, Lord!" Mr.Waddington rose slowly to his feet.

He lit a cigarette, sniffed it, and looked at it disparagingly.

It was very fine Turkish tobacco and one of Burton's extravagances.
"I am not sure, after all," he declared, "that there isn't more flavor in a British cigar." Burton shuddered "You had better take a bean at once," he groaned.