I had run into Grant in a tea-room—The busy main floor crapper—a few months earlier.

My husband and I have a dysfunctional marriage. He just takes and takes; he never gives.

Ye bust yer chops engineering intelligent monkeys an ye hae a guid craik wi them.

-- I suppose you wouldn't like to do a locum for a month on the South coast? Three guineas a week with board and lodging. -- I wouldn't mind, said Philip. -- It's at Farnley, in Dorsetshire. Doctor South. You'd have to go down at once; his assistant has developed mumps. I believe it's a very pleasant place. There was something in the secretary's manner that puzzled Philip. It was a little doubtful. -- What's the crab in it? he asked.