"No."
"She failed me."
"Yes; she failed you, thank God."
"What brings you here?"
"You know perfectly well."
"But this is intolerable, this interference! Will you understand, Ross, that I insist upon your leaving me alone?"
"That is impossible, Mark. Why, I want you to come and stay with me for a month."
"I wonder they ordained you a bishop," said Mark. "I thought they made a point of choosing men of—tact."
"I've any amount of tact," said David cheerfully. "Mark, you're a madman, and in your soul you know it."
"Tommy Greatorex sent you on this fool's errand?"