"I was thinking of my own position.

Only an hour ago, my brother comes to me and tells me that I am to send Elisabeth in to dinner to-night with--with whom do you think ?" "With me, I hope," the young man replied promptly, "only I don't know why he should interfere." "With Mr.Maraton." "What, the anarchist fellow ?" Lady Grenside nodded several times.
"I can't refuse Stephen in his own house," she said, "and Mr.Maraton is leaving to-morrow." The young man sighed.
"He is just one of those thoughtful chaps with plenty of gas, that Elisabeth likes to talk to," he complained.

"Never mind, it's got to be put up with, I suppose." "I am sending you in with Lily," Lady Grenside continued.

"She'll keep you amused.

Only I felt that I must explain." "I can't think what the fellow's doing here, anyhow," Carton remarked discontentedly.