And I have some private notes as to who should flirt with whom." "You'd better not let that lie about." "Nobody could understand a word of it if they had it.

A.B.

always means X.Y.

Z.And this is the code of the Gatherum Archery Ground.
I never drew a bow in my life,--not a real bow in the flesh, that is, my dear,--and yet I've made 'em all out, and had them printed.

The way to make a thing go down is to give it some special importance.
And I've gone through the bill of fare for the first week with Millepois, who is a perfect gentleman,--perfect." Then she gave a little sigh as she remembered that word from her husband, which had so wounded her.