In the end she once more left the house, and, after a turn or two on the lawn, strolled out of the gate.
She met her brother a hundred yards along the road.

The sight of her astonished him.
'What's up now, Princess ?' he exclaimed.

'House on fire?
Novels run short ?' 'Something that I expect you won't care to hear.

Who do you think's been writing to Adela?
Someone in London.' Richard stayed his foot, and looked at his sister with the eyes which suggested disagreeable possibilities.
'Who do you mean ?' he asked briefly.

'Not mother ?' The change in him was very sudden.