Anyhow, Oswald for one, does not blame Albert's uncle for opening his door and saying-- 'I suppose I must not ask for complete silence.

That were too much.
But if you could whistle, or stamp with your feet, or shriek or howl--anything to vary the monotony of your well-sustained conversation.' Oswald said kindly, 'We're awfully sorry.

Are you busy ?' 'Busy ?' said Albert's uncle.

'My heroine is now hesitating on the verge of an act which, for good or ill, must influence her whole subsequent career.

You wouldn't like her to decide in the middle of such a row that she can't hear herself think ?' We said, 'No, we wouldn't.' Then he said, 'If any outdoor amusement should commend itself to you this bright mid-summer day.' So we all went out.
Then Daisy whispered to Dora--they always hang together.