"If they won't take it, somebody else will." "They" represented the editor and publisher of a famous New York magazine, who had agreed by cable to give a large sum for the "Dizzy" lecture, provided it reached them by a certain date.
Doris twisted her lip.
"Arthur, _do_ think of the bills!" "Darling, don't be a nuisance! If I succeed I shall make money.

And if this isn't a success I don't know what is." He pointed to the letters on his lap, an impatient gesture which dislodged a certain number of them, so that they came rustling to the floor.
"Hullo!--here's one you haven't opened.

Another coronet! Gracious! I believe it's the woman who asked us to dinner a fortnight ago, and we couldn't go." Meadows sat up with a jerk, all languor dispelled, and held out his hand for the letter.
"Lady Dunstable! By George! I thought she'd ask us,--though you don't deserve it, Doris, for you didn't take any trouble at all about her first invitation--" "We were _engaged_!" cried Doris, interrupting him, her eyebrows mounting.
"We could have got out of it perfectly.

But now, listen to this: "Dear Mr.Meadows,--I hope your wife will excuse my writing to you instead of to her, as you and I are already acquainted.

Can I induce you both to come to Crosby Ledgers for a week-end, on July 16?
We hope to have a pleasant party, a diplomat or two, the Home Secretary, and General Hichen--perhaps some others.