Albert Kinross

“ Hodgson, "and I'm only going to give him a shilling."
They wished her good-night.
Dinner was ready, and the carriage would take them down in good time for the overture.
"I almost feel as though I'd written it myself," declared Harvey, as they sat down. "It's more exciting than I thought it would be: he's not conducting himself—I would have done!"
His eagerness was infectious, and, as they dined, this new work was discussed with multifarious speculations as to the treatment.
"The wind up ought to be splendid," insisted Harvey. ”

“ He knew, too, that Sopwith's work would be largely influenced by his own vanished method and vision. His step was more than ordinarily elastic as he walked over to Albert Gate that evening.
It was close on seven when Harvey came in. He had brought a spray of orchids for her ladyship, and was visibly excited over the evening's arrangements. Mrs. Hodgson met him in the hall, ready for the cab that was to take her to the Warings.
"Punctual," said she; "such deception too!" with mock indignation. The Countess joined them. "They're always hours late when they're married," added Mrs. Hodgson. ”

“ I don't mean that sort, but getting indifferent just to save on I know it's easy, but, Harvey, I often think that that's the reason why half the men one meets are such bores—and some of them were such nice boys once! ”