I don't think I'll give you anything else to drink.

When a gentleman takes me out, I like him to be at his best." Burton came back.

It was a long journey from the little corner of the world into which his thoughts had strayed, to the ornate, artificial-looking parlor, with the Turkey-carpet upon the floor and framed advertisements upon the walls.
"I am sorry," he said.

"I had forgotten.

I can't take you out to-night--I've got an engagement.