So you're taking up riding again ?" Portlaw nodded: "I've come to the conclusion that I need exercise." Malcourt, who had been urging him for years to exercise, nodded approval as though the suggestion were a brand-new one.
"Yes," said Portlaw, "I shall ride, I think, every day.

I intend to do a good bit of tramping, too.

It's excellent for the liver, Louis." At this piece of inspired information Malcourt assumed an expression of deepest interest, but hoped Portlaw might not overdo it.
"I'm going to diet, too," observed Portlaw, watching the effect of this astounding statement on his superintendent.

"My theory is that we all eat too much." "Don't do anything Spartan," said Malcourt warningly; "a man at your time of life--" "My--what! Confound it, Louis, I'm well this side of forty!" "Yes, perhaps; but when a man reaches your age there is not much left for him but the happiness of overeating--" "What d'y' mean ?" "Nothing; only as he's out of the race with younger men as far as a pretty woman is concerned--" "Who's out!" demanded Portlaw, red in the face.

"What sort of men do you suppose interest women?
Broilers?
I always thought your knowledge of women was superficial; now I know it.