I felt now that I could understand how people must feel when they are very old and weary of life.

I don't believe that I shall feel older and more tired if I live to be eighty than I felt then.

It was a slight comfort to know that we were on our way back to the hotel, and that soon I should be in my room alone, with the door shut and locked between Lisa and me; but it was only very slight.

I couldn't imagine ever being really pleased about anything again.
"You will marry Lord Robert now, I suppose," chirped Lisa, "and show Ivor Dundas that he hasn't spoiled your life." As she asked this question she was tugging away at a knot in the ribbons that tied the bag she had found.
"Perhaps I shall," I answered.

"I might do worse." "I should think you might!" exclaimed Lisa.