They were drowned in his father's yacht." I was in the middle of a history of my friend Leo, and of my visit to London, when a bell pealed loudly through the house.
"Somebody's in a hurry," said Mr.Andrewes; "that's the front-door bell." In three minutes the dining-room door was opened, and the servant announced "Mr.Dacre." It would be untrue to say that I did not feel a little guilty when my father walked into the room.

And yet I had not really thought there was "any harm" in my expedition.

I think I was chiefly annoyed by the ignominious end of it.

It was trying, after "dropping in" and "taking luncheon" like a grown-up gentleman, to be fetched home as a lost child.
"What could make you run away like this, Regie ?" said my poor bewildered parent.

"Mrs.Bundle is nearly mad with fright.