"Here is yesterday's _Times_." "I'll make it into a fan, if you have no objection.

Now, that's better.
Dear, dear, what a nice room!" Mrs.Bertram fidgetted on her chair.

She wondered how many more times Mrs.Meadowsweet would descant on the elegancies of her drawing-room.
She need not have feared.

Whatever Mrs.Meadowsweet was she was honest; and at that very moment her eyes lighted on the felt which covered the floor.

Mrs.Meadowsweet had never been trained in a school of art, but, as she said to herself, no one knew better what was what than she did; above all, no one knew better what was _comme il faut_ in the matter of carpets.