"These young fancies go as quickly as they come.
Do you remember the time you took me to West Point?
I had a passion for the adjutant.

I forgot him in a week." "You were only fifteen." "Mathilde is immature for her age." It was agreed between them, however, that Mr.Lanley, without authority, should go and look the situation over.

He had been trying to get the Waynes' telephone since one o'clock.

He had been told at intervals of fifteen minutes by a resolutely cheerful central that their number did not answer.

Mr.Lanley hated people who did not answer their telephone.
Nor was he agreeably impressed by the four flights of stairs, or by the appearance of the servant who answered his ring.
"Won't do, won't do," he kept repeating in his own mind.
He was shown into the sitting-room.