Will you just ask him ?' 'Oh yes, I will.' 'I'm sorry I've had to draw back, Mr.Bunce, after offering--' 'It don't matter a bit, Miss Nancarrow.

Miss Trent 'll do just as well, if she really don't mind the trouble.' 'Trouble! Why, she'd give anything to go! Please get Mr.Grail to let her.' Bunce returned to his room and closed the door.

Gilbert had taken Nelly on his knee, and was satisfying her by tasting the remnant of lollipop.
'I say, Jack!' cried the father, his eye again catching sight of the bruised tract on the floor.

'Who brought that here ?' 'I did, father,' answered the youngster stoutly, though he saw displeasure in his father's face.
'Where did you get it, eh ?' was asked sharply.
'A lady gave it me at the door.' 'Then I'd thank ladies to mind their own business.

And you never take anything else at the door; do you understand that, Jack ?' 'Yes, father.' Bunce turned to Gilbert, who was waiting to depart.
'Miss Nancarrow tells me she can't go to Eastbourne on Saturday.