These two understood each other so well, they often seemed to begin in the middle of a sentence, of which no outsider could grasp the meaning.
"I am afraid she is, Papa.

I have just been writing to Tristram, to let him know she still insists upon coming to the shoot.

She can't do anything there, and they may as well get it over.

She will have to be civil to the new Lady Tancred in our house." "Whew!" whistled the Duke, "you may have an exciting party.

You had better go and leave our cards to-day on the Countess Shulski, and another of mine, as well, for the uncle.