Lord hesitated--then, with a sudden frankness: 'To tell you the truth, I'm afraid he might be there.' 'Oh, I don't think so, not on Jubilee Day.' 'But that's the very reason.

He may come to be out of the uproar.' 'I meant he was more likely to be out of town altogether.' Nancy, still leaning over the table, propped her chin on her hands, and reflected.
'Where does he go, I wonder ?' 'Oh, all sorts of places, no doubt.

Men of that kind are always travelling.

I suppose he goes shooting and fishing--' Nancy's laugh made an interruption.
'No, no, he doesn't! He told me once that he didn't care for that sort of thing.' 'Oh, well, you know much more about him than I do,' said Miss Morgan, with a smile.
'I've often meant to ask you--have they anything to do with Tarrant's black-lead ?' Jessica declared that she had never heard of it.
'Never heard of it?
nonsense! A few years ago it used to be posted up everywhere, and I see it sometimes even now, but other kinds seem to have driven it out of the market.

Now that's just like you! Pray, did you ever hear of Pears' Soap ?' 'Of course.' 'Really?
Oh, there's hope of you.