You say things quite philosophical and yet so wildly funny.

If I thought of such things, I'm sure I should laugh outright when the thought first came." "I agree with Miss Beaumont," said Sir Walter, suddenly exploding with indignation.

"If I had thought of anything so futile, I should find it difficult to keep my countenance." "Difficult to keep your countenance," cried Mr Wimpole, with an air of alarm; "oh, do keep your countenance! Keep it in the British Museum." Every one laughed uproariously, as they always do at an already admitted readiness, and Sir Walter, turning suddenly purple, shouted out: "Do you know who you are talking to, with your confounded tomfooleries ?" "I never talk tomfooleries," said the other, "without first knowing my audience." Grant walked across the room and tapped the red-moustached secretary on the shoulder.

That gentleman was leaning against the wall regarding the whole scene with a great deal of gloom; but, I fancied, with very particular gloom when his eyes fell on the young lady of the house rapturously listening to Wimpole.
"May I have a word with you outside, Drummond ?" asked Grant.

"It is about business.