"Very well.

Please say to her that we are sorry, too." "Yes, monsieur." The maid retired.
"I want something to eat," I remarked as we passed down the long furniture-piled passage leading to the street.
"So do I.We have that table at Harvey's." "I know; but--" "That's a fact," he put in.

"I mentioned her name.

We can't very well go there without her." "And all dressed up like a pair of goats." "No." "There's always the hotel." "I don't want to go back there--not now." "Neither do I.Let's make it the Shoreham," I suggested as we emerged upon the street.
"All right." Then, looking across the sidewalk, he added: "There's that damned taxi!" "Yes.

We'll drive around there in it." "No," said he, "send it away.