My meals up here," he added, with a little sigh, "have been sad feasts.

To-night we will be cheerful.

Some quails, I think, quails and some Clicquot for you, my dear.

You need it.

Ah, this is a happiness indeed!" "You know Mr.Tavernake, father," she remarked, after he had given a somewhat lengthy order to the waiter.
"I met and talked with Mr.Tavernake here the other night," the professor admitted, with condescension.
"Mr.Tavernake was very good to me at a time when I needed help," Beatrice told him.
The professor grasped Tavernake's hands.
"You were good to my child," he said, "you were good to me.