"I allow myself to wonder at you a little, but I think no hard things of you ever.

I believe you like Aldous." "Really, mamma!" cried Marcella, half hysterically.
Mrs.Boyce had by now rolled up her work and shut her workbasket.
"If you are going to take off your things," she said, "please tell William that there will be six or seven at tea.

You said, I think, that Mr.Raeburn was going to bring Mr.Hallin ?" "Yes, and Frank Leven is coming.

When will Mr.Wharton be here ?" "Oh, in ten minutes or so, if his train is punctual.

I hear your father just coming in." Marcella went away, and Mrs.Boyce was left a few minutes alone.