"Now I'll tell you what you ought to have done--" "Oh, shut up, Rick! What do you know about it?
Stafford must try his luck, if he likes.

Don't you fellows bother about him.

I'll see him when he comes down." "Would it be infernally uncivil if we happened to be out in the tandem!" suggested Rickmansworth.
"I expect he'd be rather glad." "Then we will be out in the tandem.

If you kill him, or the other way, just do it outside, will you, so as not to make a mess?
Now we'll lunch, and then Bob, my boy, we'll evaporate." It was about three o'clock when Stafford arrived.

He had managed to catch the 1:30 from London, and must have started the moment he had read his letter.