He shoots and hunts in the winter and loafs all the summer." "A very horrid man," said Max with a twinkle.

"He broke his thumb the other day and we haven't been quit of him since.

You see, Miss Ratcliffe has a most beautiful friend staying with her with whom we all fall in love at first sight.

Some of us fall out again and some of us don't.
Hunt-Goring--presumably--belongs to the latter category." "And you ?" asked Sir Kersley.
"Oh, I am too busy for frivolities of that sort," said Max.

"My mind is entirely occupied with drugs.