As for him—well caviare, I'm afraid, will always be caviare to Jimmy Nesbit.

"I can't conscientiously tell him that, Jimmy," said Yates soothingly.

You will have a hard one, Jimmy, when you go to do the chores!

She held them out for Jimmy to inspect, with the first touch of vanity he had seen in her.

Jimmy nodded sympathetically, understanding; then helped himself.

"You have got to thank me for it all, Jimmy," Ethel said, when he came to her for congratulations.

When Jimmy left the post-office he went straight back to the cottage.

"I wish you could get a typewriter machine, Jimmy," she remarked.

It was an hour later, when Lalage heard Jimmy's key in the lock.

Jimmy, believe me, you must believe me, every penny went for you.