When in doubt, take a drink.

That is Richard all the world over, you know." She broke into a little mirthless laugh.
"I shall begin to think that you are a poseur!" she exclaimed.
He crossed the room towards her.
"Perhaps I am, dear," he confessed.

"I want you just to sit up and lose that unnatural look.

I am not really full of cheap bravado, but I am a philosopher.

Something has happened to postpone--the end.