Winifred had better have the tooth out, I should say.

No use preserving what's gone bad." Soames looked at him sideways.

His nerves, exacerbated by the interview he had just come through, disposed him to see a personal allusion in those words.
"I'm advising her," he said shortly.
"Well," said Nicholas, "the brougham's waiting; I must get home.

I'm very poorly.

Remember me to your father." And having thus reconsecrated the ties of blood, he passed down the steps at his youthful gait and was wrapped into his fur coat by the junior porter.
'I've never known Uncle Nicholas other than "very poorly,"' mused Soames, 'or seen him look other than everlasting.