I tell my cousins that nothing on earth will induce me to try another sitting.

Why should I endure such a martyrdom, if it be not to give pleasure to my friends ?' To my surprise, Miss Hamilton's voice interrupted her: it was a little like her step-brother's voice, and had a slight hesitation that was not in the least unpleasant.

She spoke rather slowly: at least it seemed so by comparison with Miss Darrell's quick sentences.
'Etta, we have not done what Giles told us.

We hope you will come and dine with us to-morrow.

Miss Garston, without any ceremony.' 'Dear me, how careless of me!' broke in Miss Darrell, but her forehead contracted a little, as though her cousin's speech annoyed her.