My dear wife used to say to me, 'Bobby, don't work too hard, think of your health'; but I never spared myself!" June had complained that her lover found no time to come to Stanhope Gate.
The first time he came again they had not been together a quarter of an hour before, by one of those coincidences of which she was a mistress, Mrs.Septimus Small arrived.

Thereon Bosinney rose and hid himself, according to previous arrangement, in the little study, to wait for her departure.
"My dear," said Aunt Juley, "how thin he is! I've often noticed it with engaged people; but you mustn't let it get worse.

There's Barlow's extract of veal; it did your Uncle Swithin a lot of good." June, her little figure erect before the hearth, her small face quivering grimly, for she regarded her aunt's untimely visit in the light of a personal injury, replied with scorn: "It's because he's busy; people who can do anything worth doing are never fat!" Aunt Juley pouted; she herself had always been thin, but the only pleasure she derived from the fact was the opportunity of longing to be stouter.
"I don't think," she said mournfully, "that you ought to let them call him 'The Buccaneer'; people might think it odd, now that he's going to build a house for Soames.

I do hope he will be careful; it's so important for him.

Soames has such good taste!" "Taste!" cried June, flaring up at once; "wouldn't give that for his taste, or any of the family's!" Mrs.Small was taken aback.
"Your Uncle Swithin," she said, "always had beautiful taste! And Soames's little house is lovely; you don't mean to say you don't think so!" "H'mph!" said June, "that's only because Irene's there!" Aunt Juley tried to say something pleasant: "And how will dear Irene like living in the country ?" June gazed at her intently, with a look in her eyes as if her conscience had suddenly leaped up into them; it passed; and an even more intent look took its place, as if she had stared that conscience out of countenance.