This is indeed a treat for me.

Beatrice, my love to you! Mr.Tavernake, my best respects! The only vintage, sir," he concluded, setting down his empty glass appreciatively.
"To go back to what you were saying just now," Tavernake remarked, "I quite agree with you about Beatrice's living alone.

I am very anxious for her to marry me." The professor set down his knife and fork.

His appearance was one of ponderous theatricality.
"Sir," he declared, "this is indeed a most momentous statement.

Am I to take it as a serious offer for my daughter's hand ?" Beatrice leaned over and laid her fingers upon his.
"Father," she said, "it doesn't matter please.