"And that not yet.

Sit down and smoke.

I'm not melancholy, but I can't rejoice prematurely.
It's not my way." "Prematurely!" echoed Hugh, pointing to the official envelope.
"Yes, prematurely," Conyers repeated.

"I may be as rich as Croesus, and yet not win my heart's desire." "Oh, I know that," said Hugh quickly.

"I've been through it myself.