After all, _why_ should we place dead animals in our sitting-rooms ?" He looked round with the anxious smile of the would-be peacemaker.
"They were very much worm-eaten, Peter," said Lady Mary.

"But if you would like them brought back--" Perhaps the pain in her voice penetrated even Peter's perception, for he glanced hastily towards her.
"It doesn't matter," he said magnanimously.

"If you and my guardian decided they were rotten, there's an end of it.

Of course I'd rather have things as they used to be; but after all this time, I expect there's bound to be a few changes." He turned from the contemplation of the hall to face his relatives squarely, with the air of an autocrat who had decreed that the subject was at an end.
"By-the-by," said Peter, "where _is_ John Crewys?
They told me he was stopping here." "He will be in directly," said Lady Mary, "and Sarah Hewel ought to be here presently too.

She is coming to luncheon." "Sarah!" said Peter.