Could you tell the man to shut that door?
The draught is dreadful.

It is quite impossible for you to agree with both of us, as you say you do, seeing that metaphorically Dr.
Jeffreys is at one pole and I am at the other." (Sneeze.) "Then I wish I were at the Tropic of Cancer," I heard him mutter with a groan.
In vain; he had to keep his "attention fixed" on this point for the next three-quarters of an hour.

So as Miss Manners was at the other side of me, and Scroope, unhampered by the presence of any prospective mother-in-law, was at the other side of her, for all practical purposes Miss Holmes and I were left alone.
She began by saying: "I hear you beat Sir Junius Fortescue out shooting to-day, and won a lot of money from him which you gave to the Cottage Hospital.

I don't like shooting, and I don't like betting; and it's strange, because you don't look like a man who bets.

But I detest Sir Junius Fortescue, and that is a bond of union between us." "I never said I detested him." "No, but I am sure you do.