But I'm fed up with this Loudwater business.
I've got here"-- he tapped the manuscript on the table--"a drama worth fifty of it.

Out of working hours I don't mind talking that affair over with you; in them I won't." Mr.Flexen rose and said: "You're undoubtedly the most accomplished scoundrel I've ever come across." "If you will have it so," said Mr.Manley patiently.

Then he smiled and added: "Praise from an expert--" They turned to see Mrs.Manley standing in the doorway, her lips parted, her eyes dilated in a growing consternation.
She stepped forward.

Mr.Flexen slipped round her and fairly fled.
She looked at Mr.Manley with horror-stricken eyes and said: "What--what did he mean, Herbert ?" "He meant what he said.

But what it really means is that I won't let him hang that wretched James Hutchings," said Mr.Manley with a noble air.
* * * * * Three months later, on the first night of Mr.Manley's play, Colonel Grey came upon Mr.Flexen in the lounge of the Haymarket, between the second and third acts.