Ursula was loath to let her bird fly forth into the bleak winter.
"My brother and I have been talking about you--he is your friend, too," she said, resuming her seat.

"How would it suit you to stay with us altogether ?" Paul started bolt upright in his chair.

"What do you mean ?" he asked breathlessly, for the heavens had opened with dazzling unexpectedness.
"In some such position as confidential secretary--at a decent salary, of course.

We've not been able to find a suitable man since Mr.
Kinghorne left us in the spring.

He got into Parliament, you know, for Reddington at the by-election--and we've been muddling along with honorary secretaries and typists.