Only his eyes and mouth were visible.
"It's worth while being done in," said he.

"It makes one feel like a Sultan.

You have just to clap your hands and say 'I want this,' and you've got it.

I've a good mind to say to this dear lady, 'Fetch their gracious Majesties from Buckingham Palace,' and I'm sure they'd be here in a tick.

It's awfully good of you to come, Meredyth." I signed to Marigold, who had carried me into the ward and set me down on a chair, and to the Sister, the "dear lady" of Dacre's reference, to withdraw, and after a few sympathetic words I asked him why he had sent for me.
"I'm broken to bits all over," he replied.