"I don't understand pictures," he remarked resignedly.

"I shall go back to the drawing-room." After a moment's consideration, Felix followed him into the drawing-room, with the air of a man who was determined not to be repelled.
"Well ?" asked Hardyman.

"What is it ?" "About that matter ?" Felix said, inquiringly.
"What matter ?" "Oh, you know.

Will next week do ?" "Next week _won't_ do." Mr.Felix Sweetsir cast one look at his friend.

His friend was too intently occupied with the decorations of the drawing-room to notice the look.
"Will to-morrow do ?" Felix resumed, after an interval.
"Yes." "At what time ?" "Between twelve and one in the afternoon." "Between twelve and one in the afternoon," Felix repeated.