She had also bought a new hat, which I must see.

A servant was summoned and dispatched for it.

She tried it on girlishly before the mirror over the mantelpiece, and received my compliments.
"Tell me what it looks like," said Boyce.
You might as well ask a savage in Central Africa to describe the interior of a submarine as the ordinary man to describe a woman's hat.
My artless endeavours caused considerable merriment.

To hear Boyce's gay laughter one would have thought he had never a care in the world ...
When I took my leave, Mrs.Boyce accompanied Marigold and myself to the front door.
"Did you ever hear of anything so dreadful ?" she whispered, and I saw her lips quivering and the tears rolling down her cheeks.

"If he weren't so brave and wonderful, I should break my heart." "What do you suppose you are yourself, my dear old friend," said I over Marigold's shoulder.
I went away greatly comforted.