Will you make this sacrifice, Sylvia?
Will you let me ask him?
It will be a good action.

You see he doesn't know any geography." "Very well; ask him, father." Garrett Skinner reached over the table and patted her hand.
"Thank you, my dear! Then that's settled.

I propose that you and I go down this afternoon.

Can you manage it?
We might catch the four o'clock train from Waterloo if you go home now, pack up your traps and tell the housemaid to pack mine.

I will just wind up my business and come home in time to pick you and the luggage up." He rose from the table, and calling a hansom, put Sylvia into it.