Beatrice stretched her hand towards it, but he arrested her movement.
'No, no,' he said, playfully, 'we can't have prying.

Here are the pens.' 'But do let me look at the case, Wilfrid.' He began to close the drawer.

Beatrice laid her hand on it.
'My aunt gave it me, long ago,' Wilfrid said, as if to dismiss the subject.

'Mind! I shall trap your fingers.' 'I'm sure you won't do that.

But I do want to see it.