You understand me?
I am sure that you are the last man in the world who would wish to be a spoil-sport.

I must go out alone." It put me in a most awkward position.

I was at a loss what to say or what to do, and before I had made up my mind he picked up his cane and was gone.
But when I came to think the matter over my conscience reproached me bitterly for having on any pretext allowed him to go out of my sight.

I imagined what my feelings would be if I had to return to you and to confess that some misfortune had occurred through my disregard for your instructions.

I assure you my cheeks flushed at the very thought.