But already Louise had dropped hints such as Emmeline could not fail to understand, and her avowal of serious interest in a lover came rather as an annoyance than a surprise to Mrs.Mumford.
It was a hot afternoon, and they had tea brought out into the garden, under the rustling leaves of the chestnut.
'You don't know anyone else at Sutton except Mrs.Fentiman ?' said Louise, as she leaned back in the wicker chair.
'Not intimately.

But some of our friends from London will be coming on Sunday.

I've asked four people to lunch.' 'How jolly! Of course you'll tell me all about them before then.

But I want to talk about Mr.Cobb.Please, _two_ lumps of sugar.

I've known him for about a year and a half.