"We have that all the week and there will be enough of it on Monday." "No," he answered, "something more important.

About your niece Barbara." Mr.Haswell glanced at him with those little eyes of his which were so sharp that they seemed to bore like gimlets.
"Barbara ?" he said.

"What of Barbara ?" "Can't you guess, Haswell?
You are pretty good at it, generally.

Well, it is no use beating about the bush; I want to marry her." At this sudden announcement his partner became exceedingly interested.
Leaning back in the chair he stared at the decorated ceiling, and uttered his favourite wind-in-the-wires whistle.
"Indeed," he said.

"I never knew that matrimony was in your line, Aylward, any more than it has been in mine, especially as you are always preaching against it.