I'll dress first, and telephone to her afterwards.

I'd better be getting dressed, by the way.

The work I've got to do can't be done in pyjamas.
I wish it could; for bed's the place for me.

My wits aren't quite as clear as I could wish them to deal with an awkward business like this.
Well, I must do the best I can with them." He yawned and went to the bedroom, leaving the pocket-book on the table.
"Bring my shaving-water, Charolais, and shave me," he said, pausing; and he went into the bedroom and shut the door.
"Ah," said Victoire sadly, "what a pity it is! A few years ago he would have gone to the Crusades; and to-day he steals coronets.

What a pity it is!" "I think myself that the best thing we can do is to pack up our belongings," said Charolais.