Her brother hid away his own delicacy, feeling all at once that it compromised his masculine superiority.
'Then I'm very angry with Miss Nanco,' replied Bunce.

'I hope she'll never do anything o' the kind again.' Totty laughed and drew back into the passage.

Thence she said: 'Could I speak to you a minute, Mr.Bunce ?' He went out to her, and half closed the door behind him.

Totty led him a step or two down the stairs, then whispered: 'I'm so sorry, Mr.Bunce, but I find I can't very well go on Saturday.
But I've just seen Miss Trent, the one that's going to marry Mr.Grail, you know; and she says she'd be only too glad to go, that is if Mr.
Grail 'll let her, and she's quite sure he will.

Would you ask Mr.
Grail?
Thyrza--that's Miss Trent, I mean--was so anxious; she's never been to the seaside.