I have something to write before I can go to my truckle-bed, and it'll take me three hours at least.
Good-bye, old man.

Let me know when your story's finished, and we'll talk about it.

And think about Mrs Boston Wright; oh, and about that review in The Current.

I wish you'd let me do it.

Talk it over with your guide, philosopher, and friend.' He indicated Amy, who laughed in a forced way.
When he was gone, the two sat without speaking for several minutes.
'Do you care to make friends with those girls ?' asked Reardon at length.
'I suppose in decency I must call upon them ?' 'I suppose so.' 'You may find them very agreeable.' 'Oh yes.' They conversed with their own thoughts for a while.