But are you a man?
I mean--are you only a man ?" "At present," replied Basil, "my mere humanity is proved by one of the most unmistakable symbols--hunger.

We are too late for the theatre in Sloane Square.

But we are not too late for the restaurant.

Here comes the green omnibus!" and he had leaped on it before we could speak.
-- ---------------------------------------------------------------------- As I said, it was months after that Rupert Grant suddenly entered my room, swinging a satchel in his hand and with a general air of having jumped over the garden wall, and implored me to go with him upon the latest and wildest of his expeditions.

He proposed to himself no less a thing than the discovery of the actual origin, whereabouts, and headquarters of the source of all our joys and sorrows--the Club of Queer Trades.