Look here, you'll have to pad the hoof without any 'good-byes.' Yes, you will"-- as Derrick stared at him.

"Why, man, do you suppose she'd let you go if she knew you meant it?
You don't know Isabel; you see, you don't love her as I do.

She's the sort to go off with you----" "Oh, stow it! You make me tired," implored Derrick.

"But if I must, I must.

Seems to me you're having it all your own way, Sidcup.