'We shall have two cups of coffee brought out into the garden, and spare your furniture!' 'Very well, my son.

Your _two_ cups evidently mean that Adela and I are not invited to the garden.' 'Nothing of the kind.

But I know you always go to sleep, and Adela doesn't like tobacco smoke.' 'I go to sleep, Alfred! You know very well that I have a very different occupation for my Sunday afternoons.' 'I really don't care anything about smoking,' observed Mutimer, with a glance at Adela.
'Oh, you certainly shall not deprive yourself on my account, Mr.
Mutimer,' said the girl, good-naturedly.

'I hope soon to come out into the garden, and I am not at all sure that my objection to tobacco is serious.' Ah, if Mrs.Mewling could have heard that speech! Mrs.Mewling's age was something less than fifty; probably she had had time to forget how a young girl such as Adela speaks in pure frankness and never looks back to muse over a double meaning.
It was nearly three o'clock.

Adela compared her watch with the sitting-room clock, and, the gentlemen having retired, moved about the room with a look of uneasiness.