I don't know what to make of this, quite, but don't be frightened.

It's all right.

Didn't you say he is on the second floor ?" "Yes, but don't go alone with him," begged Olivia suddenly, "let me call some of the servants.

We don't know what he may do." St.George shook his head, smiling a little in sheer boyish delight at that "we." "We" is a very wonderful word, when it is not put to unimportant uses by kings, editors and the like.
"I'd rather not, thank you," he said.

"I'll have a talk with him, I think." "His room is at the top of the stair, on the left," said Olivia reluctantly, "but I wish--" "We shall get on all right," St.George assured her, "and don't let this worry you, will you?
I was smoking on the terrace.