'You shall have your two hundred, and something will be added.

Hold handy here till I mount.
I start in ten minutes.' Whether to speak a polite adieu to the bride, whose absurd position she had brought on her own head, was debated for half a minute.

He considered that the wet chalk-quarry of a beauty had at all events the merit of not being a creature to make scenes.

He went up to the sitting-room.

If she was not there, he would leave his excuses.
She was there, and seated; neither crying, nor smiling, nor pointedly serious in any way, not conventionally at her ease either.