Yes, is that the enquiry office?
This is Mr.Lane.Send round to my chauffeur at the garage at once and tell him that I want the car at the door in a quarter of an hour.

Righto! ...

Sit down, Hunterleys.

Smoke or do whatever you want to.

We'll be off to the yacht in no time." Hunterleys clapped the young giant on the shoulders as he rushed through to the bathroom.
"You're a brick, Richard," he declared.