‘It’s weary work,’ said Sir Felix as he got into the brougham with his mother and sister.
‘What must it have been to me then, who had nothing to do?’ said his mother.
’It’s the having something to do that makes me call it weary work. By-the-bye, now I think of it, I’ll run down to the club before I go home.’ So saying he put his head out of the brougham, and stopped the driver.
‘It is two o’clock, Felix,’ said his mother.
’I’m afraid it is, but you see I’m hungry. You had supper, perhaps; I had none.’
’Are you going down to the club for supper at this time in...