Oh, yes, I have been here since--since nine, mind that! nine--nine--ask the servants.

When I heard that you were dining out I thought that I was lost--one cannot drive about the streets all night, can one?
Ah! I thought that God was against me now, as he ever has been; and as for my guardian angel--ah! our guardian angels are worse than the servants of nowadays who have no sense of responsibility.

Thompson, your butler, is worth a whole heavenful of angels, for it was he who asked me if I would come in and wait for your return--ask him, if you doubt my word." "Good Heavens, Ella, what do you say?
Doubt your word--I doubt your word?
You wound me deeply." "Forgive me, my Phyllis.

I don't quite know what I said.

Ah, let me nestle here--here." She had put her head down to Phyllis' bare neck and was looking up to her face as a child might have done.