Will you come over to lunch to-morrow?
We might take you somewhere.' 'Oh, don't bother about me! You won't want me.

I'll look in some time.
I've got a lot of work to do.' Nelly withdrew her arms.

George Sarratt surveyed his sister-in-law with curiosity.
'Work ?' he repeated, with his pleasant, rather puzzled smile.
'What are you doing now, Bridget ?' said Nelly, softly, stroking the sleeve of her sister's jacket, but really conscious only of the man beside her.
'Reading some proof-sheets for a friend,' was the rather short reply, as Bridget released herself.
'Something dreadfully difficult ?' laughed Nelly.
'I don't know what you mean by difficult,' said Bridget ungraciously, looking for her gloves.

'It's psychology--that's all.

Lucy Fenn's bringing out another volume of essays.' 'It sounds awful!' said George Sarratt, laughing.