'It's only my fun, you know.' Annabel nodded, smiling.
'But it is only my fun.

Say you believe me.

I shall be cross with you if you put on that look.' They went into the morning room.

Annabel stood at the window; her companion flitted about, catching glimpses of herself in reflecting surfaces.

In five minutes the study door opened, and men's voices drew near.
Egremont met Miss Tyrrell with the manner of an old acquaintance, but unsmiling.
'I am fortunate enough to see you well again without having known of your illness,' he said.
'You didn't know that I was ill ?' Paula looked at him dubiously.