"I'll send him packing and take Grant," she found herself saying, "unless some excellent reason for doing otherwise appears.
Grandmother was right.

Engaging myself to him was a mood." Once more she was all for luxury and ease and calmness, for the pleasant, soothing, cut-and-dried thing.

"A cold bath or a rough rub-down now and then, once in a long while, is all very well.

It makes one appreciate comfort and luxury more.

But that sort of thing every day--many times each day--" Margaret felt her nerves rebelling as at the stroking of velvet the wrong way.
She read all her other letters, finished her toilette, had on her hat, and was having Selina put on her boots when she opened Craig's letter and read: "I must have been out of my mind this afternoon.