Well, they'll pay for it, my dear Roger--they'll pay for it.

Nobody ever yet trifled with the marriage law with impunity." The energy of the old man's bearing became him.
Through Roger's mind the thought flashed: "Poor dear Uncle Archie! If he'd been a New Yorker he'd never have put up with Aunt Lavinia for thirty years!" They turned into their hotel, and ordered dinner in an hour's time.
Roger found some English letters waiting for him, and carried them off to his room.

He opened his mother's first.

Lady Barnes wrote a large and straggling hand, which required many sheets and much postage.

It might have been observed that her son looked at the sheets for a minute, with a certain distaste, before he began upon them.