"Nothing at all," said Bertram, rather curtly.
"Can I do nothing?" said the cunning, legal man.
"Nothing at all," said Bertram, very curtly.
"Ah, I wish I could. I should be so happy to rearrange matters if it be at all possible." There are some men who are so specially good at rearranging the domestic disarrangements of others.
"It is an affair," said Bertram, "which admits of no interference. Perhaps it is unnecessary that I should have troubled you on the matter at all, for I know that you are very busy; but—"
"My dear fellow—busy, indeed! What business could be more important to me than my friend's happiness?"
"But," continued George, "as the affair had been talked over so often between you and me, I thought it right to tell you."
"Of course—of course; and so nothing can be done. Ah, well! it is very sad, very. But I suppose you know best. She is a charming girl. Perhaps, rather—"
"Harcourt, I had rather not hear a word spoken about her in any way; but certainly not a word in her dispraise."
"Dispraise! no, certainly not. It would be much easier to praise her. I always admired her very much; very much indeed."