"I don't know why I should have worried about this little business adventure.

I call it a first-class idea.

I'd like to be able to take taxies whenever I wanted them, and go round to the big restaurants and sit and watch the people.
Come to a music-hall one night, Mr.Waddington, won't you?
I haven't seen anything really funny for a long time." "I'm afraid I should like to," Mr.Waddington began,--"I mean I should be delighted." "What are you afraid about ?" Burton asked quickly.
Mr.Waddington mopped his forehead with his handkerchief.
"Burton," he said hoarsely, "I think it's coming on! I'm glad we are going to the _Milan_.

I wish we could go to a music-hall to-night.
That woman was attractive!" Burton set his teeth.
"I can't help it," he muttered.

"I can't help anything.