He had an immense respect for the French.
"Coming ?" he asked the two young men.

"We ought to start before it's really hot." "I beg of you not to walk in the heat, Hugh," his wife pleaded, giving him an angular parcel enclosing half a chicken and some raisins.
"Hewet will be our barometer," said Mr.Elliot.

"He will melt before I shall." Indeed, if so much as a drop had melted off his spare ribs, the bones would have lain bare.

The ladies were left alone now, surrounding _The_ _Times_ which lay upon the floor.

Miss Allan looked at her father's watch.
"Ten minutes to eleven," she observed.
"Work ?" asked Mrs.Thornbury.
"Work," replied Miss Allan.
"What a fine creature she is!" murmured Mrs.Thornbury, as the square figure in its manly coat withdrew.
"And I'm sure she has a hard life," sighed Mrs.Elliot.
"Oh, it _is_ a hard life," said Mrs.Thornbury.