A walk is the very thing I was longing for." "It's past two," I gently suggested.

"And the afternoon service, Rachel, begins at three." "How can you expect me to go to church again," she asked, petulantly, "with such a headache as mine ?" Mr.Bruff officiously opened the door for her.

In another minute more they were both out of the house.

I don't know when I have felt the solemn duty of interfering so strongly as I felt it at that moment.
But what was to be done?
Nothing was to be done but to interfere at the first opportunity, later in the day.
On my return from the afternoon service I found that they had just got back.

One look at them told me that the lawyer had said what he wanted to say.