Be off, and let me pitch into your young man for daring to refuse my dinner.

Don't you know, sir, that my invitations are like those of Royalty--polite commands ?' Widdowson kept silence, waiting to see what his wife would do.

He could not with decency object to her accompanying Mrs.Luke, yet hated the thought of such a step.

A grim smile on his face, he sat stiffly, staring at the wall.

To his inexpressible delight, Monica, after a short hesitation, excused herself; she was not well; she did not feel able-- 'Oh!' laughed the visitor.