I have made up my mind definitely now, though, that I will get something to do.

Ralph--that's my brother--wants me to stand for Parliament for the division of Norfolk, where we live, and has offered to pay all my expenses, but I am afraid I do not fancy myself as a politician." "I would come and hear you speak," she murmured.
"Thank you," I answered, "but I have other accomplishments at which I shine more.

I would rather--" I broke off in the middle of my sentence, attracted by a sudden little exclamation from my companion.

There was the sound of a heavy fall close at hand.

I sprang to my feet.
"By Jove, it's Bartot!" I exclaimed.
The man was leaning half across the table, his arms stretched out in an unnatural fashion,--the wine which he had overturned streaming on to the floor.