Anyhow, I'd just cashed the check, and thought I'd give you a treat for once.

I knew it was no use to explain to Father.

Mother has stuck up for me, but I can tell you I've been having a time of it this last fortnight." "But, Egbert," said Ingred, frankly puzzled, "couldn't you have got Miss Bertrand to tell Dad where you were?
It would have been better after all than letting him think you took the money." Egbert's face darkened again tragically.
"I wouldn't appeal to Miss Bertrand to clear my character if it were a charge of murder.

I'd be hanged first! I met her the very day after we were in the Abbey together--she was walking with some idiot of an airman--and she stared straight in my face and cut me.

I've done with girls! They're all of them alike!" and the gloomy young misanthrope picked up the spanner and began energetically tightening nuts on the motorcycle.
Ingred shook a sympathetic head.