I am sure these ladies--' His speech hung in mid-air, and he stood nervously tapping his fingers with his eyeglass.
'No, please remain,' exclaimed Beatrice.

'Aunt, you are not against me?
Mrs.Birks, you won't refuse to believe what I have told you ?' The two ladies glanced at each other.

In Mrs.Baxendale's look there was appeal.
'Indeed, I believe you implicitly, my dear Beatrice,' said Mrs.Birks.
'My brother is the one to decide.

You are mistaken in thinking I oppose your wish.

How could I ?' The last words were very sweetly said.