We may meet again at the play ere long.

Off with you each to his own favourite tavern.

For my part, I have other fish to fry today." With that he swept them a fine bow, and the room cleared as if by magic.

It was one of this man's arts that he could rid himself of the buzzing crowd by one look or gesture when he had the mind.
Valet and perruquier followed the retreating guests, and Lord Claud drew a breath of relief.
"There, honest Tom; we are well rid of the chattering magpies--screaming peacocks were the better word, or painted popinjays.

Now to business; for I must keep a steady head and quiet hours today.