Mrs.De Peyster did not need to be prompted to turn her face toward the wall, and into the deeper shadow that there prevailed.

Mr.Pyecroft casually sat down upon the bed near its head, making an excellent further screen.
Mr.Pyecroft noted that Jack was observing his raiment.

"I trust, Mr.De Peyster, you will pardon the liberty I have taken with your clothes.

My own were still wet from last night." "That's all right," said Jack.

"But, say, Matilda, have your sister eat her breakfast.