"I have rather an important letter to go through carefully, and a reply to think out." "You're a queer chap, you know," Richard went on.

"You always seem to have something on but I'm hanged if I can see how you pass your time here in Monte Carlo.

This political business, even if you do have to put in a bit of time at it now and then, can't be going on all the while.
Monte Carlo, too! So far as the women are concerned, they might as well be off the face of the earth, and I don't think I've ever seen you make a bet at the tables.

How did your wife do last night?
I thought she seemed to be dropping it rather." "I think that she lost," Hunterleys replied indifferently.

"Her gambling, however, is like mine, I imagine, on a fairly negligible scale." Richard whistled softly.
"Well, I don't know," he observed.