What she really said was, 'If you see Harry give him my love!'" "If she did, you don't deserve it! Oh, boy," with sudden earnestness, "why will you make a fool of yourself?
She's a woman in a thousand.
Others see it if you don't.

Since you've been away, MacGregor is paying her marked attention." "Good old Gregor!" The doctor's exclamation was one of pure pleasure.
"And yet you say my absence isn't doing any good?
Go along with you! Take your cigar and wait for me underneath the Bough.

I'll not be long." He was long, however.

The professor's cigar and his cogitations came to an end together without the promised reappearance.

Even when he returned to the office it was empty except for Ann, who in the stiffest of starched muslin and whitest of stockings was spread out carefully upon the widest chair.