Then seeing that I was mildly amusing myself at his expense, he asked me stiffly if there was anything more that he could do for me, and on my saying no, he replied "Thank you, sir," most correctly and left the room.
On the 3d of March Betty Fairfax came to tea.
Of all the young women of Wellingsford she was my particular favourite.
She was so tall and straight, with a certain Rosalind boyishness about her that made for charm.

I am not yet, thank goodness, one of the fossils who hold up horror-stricken hands at the independent ways of the modern young woman.

If it were not for those same independent ways the mighty work that English women are doing in this war would be left undone.

Betty Fairfax was breezily independent.

She had a little money of her own and lived, when it suited her, with a well-to-do and comfortable aunt.