"Rattle up your brains and see the reason. I'm here to sell guns. While that man is dangling about an anteroom, kow-towing to menials, I shall be inside with the chief. It's common sense. I'm here to do business—he's here to prevent that kind of business being done."
"Is he going to take the peerless Saxon with him?"
"You seem rather hot on that scent."
"A d——d fine woman! Look at her arms! She's got a style you don't often find among Englishwomen. I can't see her feet."
"Ask the waiter to take away the table."
"I'll bet she takes fives. Her eyes are of the 'get there' sort. Can't you feel her looking this way?"
"I'm not conscious of any rise of temperature. If you've done looking, perhaps we'll smoke. They'll be coming out immediately."
"Then you'll introduce me?"
"Ah! I didn't say that. Is it brandy or Kümmel?"
"Oh, brandy—if you've got to talk to women."