She sat down upon the edge of a couch and wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Oh, you strange, you wonderful person!" she exclaimed.

"You want to buy an estate and you want to borrow twelve thousand pounds, and you know where Beatrice is and you won't tell me, and you are fully convinced, because you burst into a house through the wall, that you saved poor Pritchard from being poisoned, and you don't possess a dress suit! Never mind, as it happens it doesn't matter about the dress suit.

You shall take me out as you are." Tavernake felt in his pockets and remembered that he had only thirty shillings with him.
"Here, carry my purse," she said carelessly.

"We are going downstairs to the smaller restaurant.

I have been traveling since six o'clock, and I am starving." "But how about my clothes ?" Tavernake objected.