He was, to be sure, a child--not yet thirty--but there were older children in the House decidedly of less promise.

Mr.Wilfrid Athel might go home, and, if he could, go to sleep, in the assurance that his career had opened.
The next day, a Saturday, this finished little piece of talk was the starting-point of a vast amount of less coherent speech in a drawing-room within sight of Kensington's verdure.

Here Mrs.Ashley Birks did her friends the honour of receiving them; a lady well regarded in certain discriminating circles.

A widow formerly, she had now been two years married to a barrister new in silk.

We have the pleasure of knowing her; for she once bore the name of Mrs.Rossall.
At half-past five Mrs.Ashley Birks' drawing-room contained some two dozen people, mostly ladies.