"I detest it." "And is that so?
Well, well! Of course it's not so very far from your place at Bispo." "Not more than half-a-league, I should say." "Just so," said O'Moy.

"Half-a-league there, and half-a-league back: a league.

It's nothing at all, of course; yet for a gentleman who detests walking it's a devilish long tramp for nothing." "For nothing ?" Samoval checked and looked at his host in faint surprise.
Then he smiled very affably.

"But you must not say that, Sir Terence.

I assure you that the pleasure of seeing yourself and Lady O'Moy cannot be spoken of as nothing." "You are very good." Sir Terence was the very quintessence of courtliness, of concern for the other.