'They make too much of it.' 'I think it is you who make too little of it.

You are wretchedly pale.' 'Am I?
That will soon go.

I think I must leave town before long.

Advise me; where shall I go ?' 'But you don't think of going before-- ?' 'Yes, quite soon.' 'You are mysterious,' remarked Mrs.Baxendale, raising her eyebrows a little as she smiled.
'Well, aunt, I will be so no longer.

I want to cross-examine you, if you will let me.