Mechanically he began dressing, as if he were going to call on her.
Hodge was reading a book.

He flung it aside, with an impatient exclamation that was followed by a yawn.
"I'm tired of that old thing!" he cried.

"I am tired of everything!" "You need a rest, Bart," said Frank.

"You are not getting enough sleep." "I am getting as much as you.

I say, Frank, don't you think living is a bore, anyway ?" "Not when a fellow lives right." "Right?
What do you mean by that?
Isn't a chap to have any sport ?" "Yes; but there are two kinds of sport--so called.