But I am now better.

My dinner has done me good.

Pass me that fan, please.

The fire is so hot." Sir Frank did as he was told, and she held the feather fan between her face and the fire, while he stared at her, wondering what to say.
"Don't you find this atmosphere very stuffy ?" he remarked at length.

"It would be a good thing to have the windows open." Mrs.Jasher shrieked.
"My dear boy, are you mad?
I have a touch of the influenza, and an open window would bring about my death.