Mrs. Troyle paused again, with the self-applauding air of one who has…

I found everyone talking nervously and feverishly of the weather and the war in South Africa, except Reginald, who was reclining in a comfortable chair with the dreamy, far-away look that a volcano might wear just after it had desolated …

I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart.

Put that bloody cigarette out!

Reginald in his wildest lapses into veracity never admits to being more than twenty-two.

We all know that Prime Ministers are wedded to the truth, but like other married couples they sometimes live apart.

It is an admitted fact that the ordinary tomtit of commerce has a sounder aesthetic taste than the average female relative in the country.