Then the long, sallow face flushed deeply.

She walked over to a sofa on the other side of the room, arranged the pillows on it, and came back to Doris.
"Will you, please, let me put you on that sofa?
You oughtn't to have had this long journey.

Of course you will stay here--and Miss Wigram too.

It seems--I shall owe you a great deal--and I could not have expected you--to think about me--at all.

I can do rude things.