Mr.Crease half agrees with me, but as he never agrees with any one, on principle, he hates to say so.

Mr.Faulkes is wavering.
You shall decide; you, I know, are one of those people who never waver." "I should wear the pearls," Tavernake said.
Elizabeth made them a little courtesy.
"You see, my dear friends," she declared, "you have to come to England, after all, to find a man who knows his own mind and speaks it without fear.

The pearls it shall be." "It may be decision," Crease drawled, speaking with a slight American accent, "or it may be gallantry.

Mr.Tavernake knew your own choice." "The last word, as usual," she sighed.

"Now, if you good people will kindly go on downstairs, I will join you in a few minutes.