This is my little bedroom; rather musty, but Barnard's is musty.

This is your bedroom; the furniture's hired for the occasion, but I trust it will answer the purpose; if you should want anything, I'll go and fetch it.

The chambers are retired, and we shall be alone together, but we shan't fight, I dare say.

But dear me, I beg your pardon, you're holding the fruit all this time.

Pray let me take these bags from you.