I wish to heaven you were here!" he burst out, unable to suppress his smouldering irritation any longer.
"I was going to ask you if you wanted me--" "You needn't ask such a fool question.

Your house is here for you and the servants are eating their heads off.

I haven't had your resignation and I don't expect it while we're in trouble....

Mrs.Malcourt will come with you, of course." "Hold the wire." Portlaw held it for a few minutes, then: "Mr.Portlaw ?"--scarcely audible.
"Is that you, Mrs.Malcourt ?" "Yes....

Is Mr.Hamil going to die ?" "We don't know, Mrs.Malcourt.We are doing all we can.