Don't you ?" I smiled.

Here was another typical English gentleman ridding his conscience of an injustice done to Leonard Boyce.
"Of course I do," said I."Boyce is a queer fellow.

A man with his exceptional qualities has to be judged in an exceptional way." "And then," said Sir Anthony, "it's that poor dear old lady that I've been thinking of.

Edith went to see her yesterday afternoon, but found she had gone up to London.

In her frail health it's enough to kill her." "It won't," said I."A woman doesn't give birth to a lion without having something of the lion in her nature." "I've never thought of that," said Sir Anthony.
"Haven't you ?" His face turned grave and he looked far away over the red-brick post-office on the opposite side of the square.