"I know that he ought to give up his work and go away for a while--" "Where ?" demanded Burleson indignantly.
"Oh, somewhere--where there's plenty of--air.

Like Arizona, and Colorado." "Do you think there's anything the matter with my lungs ?" he roared.
"No!--you perfect idiot!" said Rita, seating herself; "and if you shout that way at me again I'll go to dinner with Kelly and Valerie and leave you here alone.

I will not permit you to be uncivil, John.

Please remember it." Neville arrived in excellent spirits, greeted everybody, and stood beside Valerie, carelessly touching the tip of his fingers to hers where they hung at her side.
"What's the matter with _you_, John?
Rita, isn't he coming?
I've a taxi outside ruining me." "John has a bad cold and doesn't care to go--" "Yes, I do!" growled John.
"And he doesn't care to risk contracting pneumonia," continued Rita icily, "and he isn't going, anyway.

And if he behaves like a man instead of an overgrown baby, I have promised to stay and dine with him here.
Otherwise I'll go with you." "Sure.