I will not be put on that new committee.

They _must_ find some one else.

My time is too full." De Forest rose and stood with his back to the fire, looking complacently at his wife.

"What an odd sensation it must be--having one's time too full! It's an experience I'm willing always to delegate to some one else.
Doesn't it feel rather like too tight shoes ?" Gerald laughed as she passed her husband to her seat at the table, and he stood still watching her as she began pouring coffee.

It was always a pleasure to watch her.