"The attack seems to be passing off.

Mamma can't come down, but she begs that we will all enjoy ourselves." "We'll endeavour," said young Leven, rubbing his hands, "by the help of tea.

Miss Boyce, will you please tell Aldous and Mr.Hallin not to talk politics when they're taking me out to a party.

They should fight a man of their own size.

I'm all limp and trampled on, and want you to protect me." The group moved, laughing and talking, into the drawing-room.
"Jiminy!" said Leven, stopping short behind Aldous, who was alone conscious of the lad's indignant astonishment; "what the deuce is _he_ doing here ?" For there on the rug, with his back to the fire, stood Wharton, surveying the party with his usual smiling _aplomb_.
"Mr.Hallin, do you know Mr.Wharton ?" said Marcella.
"Mr.Wharton and I have met several times on public platforms," said Hallin, holding out his hand, which Wharton took with effusion.