At least, so the people who love beautiful things think." Francis glanced at his cousin.

He knew this interesting vital side of Michael; he was aware, too, that had anybody except himself been in the room, Michael could not have shown it.

Perhaps there might be people to whom he could show it but certainly they were not those among whom Michael's life was passed.
"Go on," he said encouragingly.

"You're ripping, Mike." "Well, the nuisance of it is that the things I am ripping about appear to father to be a sort of indoor game.

It's all right to play the piano, if it's too wet to play golf.