Why, curry was the last thing Grogan ought to eat! Wasn't he as yellow as the curry itself with chronic liver?
Grogan was greedy over that curry--a greedy fellow, the General said to himself, remembering the many occasions when it had been impossible for him to break away from Grogan and his grievances.

If her Ladyship was going to sit on endlessly! The General's manners were too good to leave her to sit by herself.

And she was untying her bonnet strings! He might as well lunch at home.

No, he wouldn't do that, not if her Ladyship was going to stay to lunch.

He supposed he could have lunch somewhere, if not at his club.
"Pray, don't put yourself out for me, Denis," her Ladyship was saying, with what passed for graciousness in her.