The Brother of Daphne

It was a bazaar fete thing. Daphne and several others--euphemistically styled workers--had conspired and agreed together to obtain money by false pretences for and on behalf of...

"Ladies and gentlemen," I said, "I have to thank you this day--it is meant for a day, isn't it?--for the honour you have done me. Although I can scarcely hope to sustain the rol...

It was a beautiful August morning. After a roaring season in town, we had, all five--Berry, Daphne, Jonah, Jill, and myself--girded our jaded loins, packed, crawled into the car...

"Dear heart--two words--my love for you is imperishable. If it were left at the goods station for a month during a tram strike, it would, unlike the sausages, emerge fresh and s...

I had seen her but once before, and that was at the Savoy on New Year's Eve. She had been with her party at one table, and I with mine at another. And in the midst of the reveli...

I sat up. "It is," I said, "just conceivable that I have that power. I do not recollect my immersion in the Styx, but it is, I suppose, not impossible that, although I am not ac...

Her husband regarded his cigarette with a frown. "Not at all," he replied. "Only there's nothing doing. That's all. My mind is made up. This correspondence must now cease. For m...

Jonah strolled up. "Hullo!" he said, "making a new bunker, old man? Good idea. Only a cleek's no good. Send the boy for a turf-cutter. Quicker in the long run."

"That of him who packed for me at the Blahs this morning. A sin of omission rather than commission, though he did put my sponge-bag into my collarcase," I added musingly. "They'...

"My dear, you've been misled. Yes. That over there is a chair. It cost three and ninepence in the King's Road. Local colour, you know. He's putting it in his new picture, 'Luxur...

"Dear Sir,--In the interests of personal cleanliness, we have--not without considerable hesitation--decided to install a fourth bathroom at our historic home, 'White Ladies'. Th...

"Who is Silvia? What is she? That all her swains commend he. Holy, fair, and wise is she; The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired be."

We were in a first-class compartment on the London South Western Railway, rushing away from London, down to Dorsetshire, with its heights and woodland and its grey stone walls....

We got him away somehow and bore him towards a taxi. Before we could stop him, he had congratulated the driver in excellent French on his recovery from the accident "which had s...

Daphne pointed suddenly to the stile. "This is it," she said. "We get over here and go across the meadow, and there's the wood beyond the gate that we've got to--to--what's the...