I'm accustomed to--hem! what she does is best, after all.

She doesn't interfere with my business, nor I with hers.

Man and wife.' Pausing a moment or so, Mr.Andrew intimated that they had better be dressing for dinner.

With his hand on the door, which he kept closed, he said, in a businesslike way, 'You know, Van, as for me, I should be very willing--only too happy--to go down and pay all the respect I could.' He became confused, and shot his head from side to side, looking anywhere but at Evan.

'Happy now and to-morrow, to do anything in my power, if Harriet--follow the funeral--one of the family--anything I could do: but--a--we 'd better be dressing for dinner.' And out the enigmatic little man went.
Evan partly divined him then.