You'll find me here at lunch.
If I'm wrong, I'll pay you a hundred pounds." "You should come with me," said Faust.

"It is only fair to yourself." "I'll take your word for what you find in the studio," said Philip.

"I cannot go.

This is my busy day." Without further words, the millionaire collected his hat and stick, and, in his turn, entered a taxi-cab and disappeared.
Philip returned to the Louis Quatorze chair and lit a cigarette.

Save for the two elderly gentlemen on the sofa, the lounge was still empty, and his reflections were undisturbed.