I had to worm the troubles out of you in the old days, each one as it arose.

I see I shall have to do the same now.
Don't say there's not much the matter, for I am sure there is." Lord Hartledon jerked his handkerchief out of his pocket, passed it over his face, and put it back again.
"What fresh folly have you got into ?--as I used to ask you at Oxford.

You are in some mess." "I suppose it's of no use denying that I am in one.

An awful mess, too." "Well, I have pulled you out of many a one in my time.

Let me hear it." "There are some things one does not like to talk about, Carr.