I'll give you the address.' 'I know of a very good elocutionist in Oxford Street.

I think I would go and have some lessons, if I were you, Bruce; the summer classes are just beginning.

They teach you to speak so clearly, to get your voice over the footlights, as it were.

I think all men require to study oratory and elocution.

It comes in so useful!' Bruce lowered his voice almost to a whisper.
'Are you playing the fool with me ?' She nodded amiably in the manner of a person perfectly deaf, but who is pretending to hear.
'Yes, dear; yes, quite right.' 'What do you mean by 'quite right' ?' He unfastened his coat and threw it open, glaring at her a little.
'Who--me?
_I_ don't know.' 'Who is that letter from, Edith ?' he said breezily, in a tone of sudden careless and cheery interest.
'I haven't read it yet, Bruce,' she answered, in the same tone, brightly.
'Oh.