So even William--Uncle William--regarded this monstrous thing as an insignificant matter of everyday experience.
Maybe he expected it to occur frequently--every night, or so.

Doubtless he did expect it to occur every night, or so.

Indeed! Very well.

As if she were going to show _now_ that she cared whether Bertram were there or not! They should see.
So with head held high and eyes asparkle, Billy marched into the dining-room and took her accustomed place..