Take the gloves up-stairs into your master's dressing-room, and put them in the drawer where his clean shirts are, because they must be kept nice and dry.

Shake hands, Mrs.
Blyth: it does one good to see you laugh like that, you look so much the better for it.

And how is Madonna?
I'm afraid she's been sitting before the fire, and trying to spoil her pretty complexion.

Why, what's the matter with her?
Poor little darling, her hands are quite cold!" "Come to your lesson, sir, directly," said Valentine, assuming his most despotic voice, and leading the disorderly student by the collar to his appointed place.
"Hullo!" cried Zack, looking at the Dying Gladiator.

"The gentleman in plaster's making a face--I'm afraid he isn't quite well.