"I'm in an exciting scene.

Can't you wait awhile ?" "Oh, throw down your confounded novel! You should be giving your mind to real life and exciting scenes of your own.

No, I can't wait and don't propose to, for I must go out." The words were spoken in a small but elegant house, furnished in an ultra-fashionable style.

Mr.Wildmere was a stout, florid man, who looked as if he might be burning his candle at both ends.

His daughter was dressed to receive summer evening calls at her own home, for she was rarely without them.