Upon my word, I have a good mind to throw this all up and cross to Paris to-night.

Let England breed her own revolutions.

What do you say, Muriel?
Will you come with me ?" She laughed scornfully.
"I'd as soon go with my coachman," she said.
His eyebrows narrowed.

A dull, purple flush crept to his forehead.
"Your wit," he said, "is a little coarse.

Listen! You wish our first plan to go through ?" "Of course!" "Then you must get Lucille out of that house.