It's nothing like so essential for you to go as it is for me.

You did right to mention it.

I ought to dig out--all the more because the Baron wants me to stay--but I've been thinking a bit this afternoon and unusual problems demand unusual solutions.

You'll grant that ?" Nero politely routed an excursive bug from his path and lay down to listen.
"Mr.Poynter!" called a voice from the darkling trees behind him.
Mr.Poynter smiled and fell deliberately to filling the bowl of his wildwood pipe.

Gnarled and twisted and marvelously eccentric was this wildwood pipe and therefore an object of undoubted interest.