Theodore Winthrop,
Cecil Dreeme — Chapter XV. A Morning with Densdeth
(1864)
“ I liked Raleigh, and fancied, as a boy fancies, that I had a certain power over him, and that for good.We all rose together after our breakfast.“Are you killing time, or nursing it, Byng?” said Densdeth.“Killing it for a day or two, until I acclimate to the atmosphere of work.”“Unless you have something better to do, drop over with us to the club. You must know the men. We will have a game of billiards until one.”“Yes, come, Byng,” invited Raleigh’s sweet voice.“Thank you,” I said. “Business, in the form of Mr. Churm, deserts me. Pleasure woos. I yield.” ”
