"Well, people have been known to sleep in a chair.

I shall manage somehow." "You might offer to go in with the general," March suggested, and the men apparently thought this was a joke.

Mrs.March did not laugh in her feminine worry about ways and means.
"Where is Miss Triscoe ?" she asked.

"We haven't seen them." "Didn't Mrs.Adding tell you?
They went to supper at a restaurant; the general doesn't like the cooking here.

They ought to have been back before this." He looked up at the clock on the wall, and she said, "I suppose you would like us to wait." "It would be very kind of you." "Oh, it's quite essential," she returned with an airy freshness which Kenby did not seem to feel as painfully as he ought.
They all sat down, and the Triscoes came in after a few minutes, and a cloud on the general's face lifted at the proposition Kenby left Mrs.
March to make.
"I thought that child ought to be in his mother's charge," he said.
With his own comfort provided for, he made no objections to Mrs.
March's plan; and Agatha went to take leave of Rose and his mother.
"By-the-way," the general turned to March, "I found Stoller at the restaurant where we supped.