"It is no easy thing to replace an artist of the quality of Miss Lily Elsie, who, in spite of the warmth of her reception at His Majesty's Theatre, recently took so severe a chill that the doctor would not hear of her playing again for some time."—Daily Mail.
The figurative has no chance with the actual.
AT THE SOURCE.
"Oh," said Francesca, coming into the library, "I see you're busy with your papers. Don't let me disturb you."
"If," I said, "it depended on me I wouldn't. I'd take you at your word and have you out of the room in two-twos. But you wouldn't like that, now, would you?"
"I'm afraid I should have to enter a protest. That's right, isn't it? Protests are things that have to be entered, aren't they?"
"Yes," I said, "they're like candidates for examinations, or rooms, only some rooms oughtn't to be entered, but are."
"Jocose?" said Francesca.