"Try one." The visitor opened the box, sniffed at its contents, and helped himself.
"Now, then, get at it, Henry," he enjoined.

"I've a Board in half-an-hour, and three dispatches to read before I go in.

What's your trouble ?" "Look here, Rayton," was the firm reply, "I want to chuck this infernal hole-and-corner business.

I tell you I've worked it threadbare at Dreymarsh and it's getting jolly uncomfortable." The newcomer grinned.
"Poor chap!" he observed, watching his cigar smoke curl upwards.

"You're in a nasty mess, you know, Henry.