"I say!" he asked, anxiously.

"Do you think I've set the old fogy's back up ?" "Do you mean Sir Patrick ?" Geoffrey nodded, and went on.
"I haven't put that little matter to him yet--about marrying in Scotland, you know.

Suppose he cuts up rough with me if I try him now ?" His eye wandered cunningly, as he put the question, to the farther end of the room.

The surgeon was looking over a port-folio of prints.

The ladies were still at work on their notes of invitation.