And besides, she is free and I am not.

If I were, I daresay I could manage to be happy even in her flat.

It must be pure bliss to arrange the furniture just as one likes, and give all the horrors to the ash-man.

If I could only do over my aunt's drawing-room I know I should be a better woman." "Is it so very bad ?" he asked sympathetically.
She smiled at him across the tea-pot which she was holding up to be filled.
"That shows how seldom you come there.

Why don't you come oftener ?" "When I do come, it's not to look at Mrs.Peniston's furniture." "Nonsense," she said.