You think it over," he said to March.

"Nobody else is going to have the places, anyway, and you can say yes at the last minute just as well as now." He moved off with his girls, who looked over their shoulders at the officers as they passed on through the adjoining room.
"My dear!" cried Mrs.March.

"Didn't you suppose he classed us with Burnamy in that business?
Why should he be polite to us ?" "Perhaps he wants you to chaperon his daughters.

He's probably heard of your performance at the Kurhaus ball.

But he knows that I thought Burnamy in the wrong.