"You seem to be very fond of your book, all of a sudden," Sir Hugh had said, after standing silent on the rug for a few minutes.
"Yes, I am," said the rector--"just at present." "It's quite new with you, then," said Sir Hugh, "or else you're very much belied." "Hugh," said Mr.Clavering, rising slowly from his chair, "I don't often come into my father's house, but when I do, I wish to be treated with respect.

You are the only person in this parish that ever omits to do so." "Bosh!" said Sir Hugh.
The two girls sat cowering in their seats, and poor Florence must have begun to entertain an uncomfortable idea of her future connections.
Archie made a frantic attempt to raise some conversation with Mrs.
Clavering about the weather.

Mrs.Clavering, paying no attention to Archie whatever, looked at her husband with beseeching eyes.

"Henry," she said, "do not allow yourself to be angry; pray do not.

What is the use ?" "None on earth," he said, returning to his book.