A man asked me the way to Leicester Square just now, and I almost directed him wrongly for the sheer pleasure of telling a lie.

I nearly bought some ties at an outfitter's shop in the Strand--such ties! It's awful--awful, Mr.Waddington!" Mr.Waddingon nodded his head compassionately.
"I suppose you know what you're talking about," he said.

"You see, I have already taken my second bean and to me the things that you have spoken of seem altogether incredible.

I could not bring myself to believe that an absolute return to those former horrible conditions would be possible for either you or me.

By the bye," he added, with a sudden change of tone, "I've just managed to get a photograph of the Romney I was telling you of." Burton waved it away.
"It doesn't interest me in the least," he declared gloomily.