This is the way with women! Come! she's recovering." Edward nursed her sternly as he spoke.
"If she doesn't, pretty soon, we shall have the pit in upon us," said Algernon.

"Is she that girl's sister ?" "Don't ask damned questions." Dahlia opened her eyes, staring placidly.
"Now you can stand up, my dear.

Dahlia! all's well.

Try," said Edward.
She sighed, murmuring, "What is the time ?" and again, "What noise is it ?" Edward coughed in a vexed attempt at tenderness, using all his force to be gentle with her as he brought her to her feet.

The task was difficult amid the threatening storm in the theatre, and cries of "Show the young woman her sister!" for Rhoda had won a party in the humane public.
"Dahlia, in God's name give me your help!" Edward called in her ear.
The fair girl's eyelids blinked wretchedly in protestation of her weakness.