I know you don't like him, Andrew, but he really isn't a bad sort, and he's quite a sportsman." "Does he play cards with you ?" Andrew asked.
"Never even suggested it," Cecil declared eagerly.

"Fact is, we're out shooting all day, duck shooting, or fishing, or motoring, and we go to bed soon after dinner." "You can't come to much harm at that," Andrew admitted.

"By the by, do you know that Engleton has never turned up ?" "I have heard so," Cecil admitted.

"I am not so surprised." "Why not ?" Andrew asked.
Cecil raised his eyebrows in a superior manner.
"Well," he said, "I know he was very sick about his brother looking too closely into his concerns.

He has a little affair on just now that he wants to keep to himself, and I think that that is the reason he went off so quietly." "His brother is very upset about it," Andrew remarked.
"Oh! the Duke was always a heavy old stick," Cecil answered.