Let me be polite; let me be hospitable.

I beg to invite you to come and see me, when my room is purified from its pestilent smell.

I can only offer you a cup of tea.

Oh, that river, that river, what devil set me talking about it?
I'm not mad, Mr.Roylake; only wretched.

When may I expect you?
Choose your own evening next week." Who could help pitying him?
Compared with my sound sweet dreamless sleep, what dreadful nights were his! I accepted his invitation as a matter of course.