You are one of those whom the gods love; and I can't conceive why you didn't die younger." "I don't know what you mean," said Hilary Vance, bristling and scowling again.
"You don't?
Well, it doesn't matter.

But I'm really very much obliged to you for relieving me of all anxiety about those children." They discussed the hour at which Pollyooly and the Lump should come, and then the Honourable John Ruffin held out his hand.
But Hilary Vance rose and came to the front door with him.

On the threshold he coughed gently and said: "I should like you to see Flossie." "Flossie ?" said the Honourable John Ruffin.

"Ah--the WOMAN." He looked at Hilary Vance very earnestly.

"Yes, I see--I see--of course her name would be Flossie." Then he added sternly: "No; if I saw her James might accuse me of having encouraged you.