At last, with that sympathetic spontaneity which was his chief charm, Dormer Colville laid his hand confidentially on Turner's sleeve.
"Frankly, old fellow," he said, "are you going to pull it through ?" "Frankly, old fellow, I am," was the reply, which made Colville glance hastily at the clock.
"Gad!" he exclaimed, "look at the time.

You have kept me gossiping the whole afternoon.

Must be off.

Nobody will be better pleased than I am to hear the good news.

But of course I am mum.