You can't sit quiet as if this was an irresponsible piece of paragraph-writing.

You would have to resign your seat in Parliament, your connection with the Matanga Company--everything.

You couldn't possibly live in England.' 'Do you think I haven't counted up precisely what inaction is going to cost me ?' interrupted Drake.

'Look here!' and he took a couple of letters from the pile and handed them to Fielding.

One was addressed to the whip of his party, and the other to the directors of the Matanga Concessions.
'And I leave Charing Cross at ten o'clock this morning.' Fielding looked at his watch; it was half-past nine.