Surely, cousin, you cannot mean to *jilt* her?' said Anthea, in accents of reprobation.'Nay, it wouldn't be seemly,' he agreed. 'I'll just have to dispose of her, as you might say.''Good God! *Murder*...
Sir Nugent knew that Sylvester did not like him, but it never crossed his mind that Sylvester, or anyone else, held him in contempt. If he could have been brought to believe it, he would have known th...
She walked home', explained Sir Roland. 'We were walking home, weren't we? Very well, then. She walked home. Passed Lethbridge's house. Went in. Hit him on the head with the poker. Came out. Met us in...
She said despairingly: ‘I see that I might as well address myself to a gate-post!’ ‘What very odd things you seem to talk to!’ he remarked. ‘Do you find gate-posts less responsive than eels?
Queer creatures, females, mused Mr. Standen, shaking his head. Fellow's only got to be a rake to have 'em all dangling after him. Silly, really, because it stands to reason---- Well never mind that!
Perhaps, murmured his lordship, I yielded to a compassionate impulse.A what? gasped his best friend. Oh, did you think I never did so? said his lordship, the satirical glint in his eyes extremely pron...
Perhaps you have friends already who laugh when you do,’ she said diffidently. ‘I haven’t, and it’s important, I think – more important than sympathy in affliction, which you might easily find in some...
Perhaps Charis did not realize that when one had passed through a time of terrible anxiety relief did not immediately restore the tone of one's mind. To be sure, she herself had not expected that afte...
Only that if ever he meets you he will be quite green with jealousy, for you are precisely what he thinks he would like to be – even though you don’t study the picturesque in your attire.’ He looked t...
Once, when she was apparently not in the humour for gallantry, she actually had the effrontery to cut him short, saying: ‘Oh, never mind that! Who was that odd-looking man who waved to you just now? W...
Oh, you mustn’t blame the poor fellow! I told him I would announce myself.’ ‘You had no business to do so!’ scolded Abby. ‘If you hadn’t startled me – if I had had a moment’s warning – I shouldn’t hav...
Oh, Auntie, please take Jenny to the Dering ball next week! she said impulsively. You will come, won't you, sweet?Jennifer blushed and stammered.To be sure, nodded her ladyship. Of course she will com...
Oh –! At least own that you would provoke a saint!’ ‘I never tried to. You are no saint!
Nothing I could say had the least effect on her!’ ‘You can’t tell that. The chances are you made her feel damned queasy.
No one could have called Mr Standen quick-witted, but the possession of three sisters had considerably sharpened his instinct of self-preservation.
My dearest goose, why didn't you trust me, when I assured you that you might?' he countered. 'I have cherished throughout the believe that you would confide in me, and you see I was quite right.
Mrs Patch was all that she had hoped. She was an improbable blonde of uncertain years, with a very much painted face, a singularly penetrating voice, and a laugh which made Mablethorpe wince.
Miss Trent regarded her thoughtfully. Well, it's an odd circumstance, but I've frequently observed that whenever you boast of your beauty you seem to lose some of it. I expect it must be the change in...
Men – witness all the histories! – were subject to sudden lusts and violences, affairs that seemed strangely divorced from heart or head, and often more strangely still from what were surely their tru...
It was like a bad dream, in which people one knew quite well behaved fantastically, and one was powerless to escape from some dreadful doom.