I would rather not be dragged in.

Anything on that subject, any discussion, or interchange of opinion would come best from _you_, eh ?" "I think so, father." Colonel Bellairs watched his sister's letter burn, with the fixed eye of one about to drop off into an habitual nap.
The asphyxiating atmosphere of a man's room, where a window is never opened except to let in a dog, or to shout at a gardener, and where years of stale tobacco brood in every nook and curtain, enveloped its occupant with a delicious sense of snug repose, and exerted its usual soporific charm.
"Took Mary a long time to write," he said, with a sleepy chuckle, as the last vestige disappeared of the laboriously constructed missive which Lady Blore had sat up half the previous night, with gold-rimmed pince-nez on Roman nose to copy out by her bedroom candle, and had sent to pave the way before her strong destructive feet.
The footman came in.
"Lady Blore and Miss Bellairs are in the drawing-room." "Just pull the blinds half-way down before you go," said Colonel Bellairs to Magdalen, "and remember other people have got letters to write as well as her, and I'm not to be disturbed on any account.".