I think it may be managed.
You give me leave to handle _Elvira_ as I like.' 'Oh heavens, yes!' said Wallace; 'get me out of the scrape any way you can, and I'll bless you for ever.

What a brute I am never to have asked after your work! Does it get on ?' 'As much as any work can in London just now.

I must take it away with me somewhere into the country next month.

It doesn't like dinner-parties.' 'Like me,' said Wallace, with a shrug.
'Nonsense!' said Kendal; 'you're made for them.

Good-night.' 'Good-night.