In the front room Cradell was talking to Mrs Lupex; but as Miss Spruce was with them, it may be presumed that Mr Lupex need have had no cause for jealousy.
"Yes," said Amelia, "I know how great is your haste to get down to that fascinating spot.

I could not expect that you would lose one single hour in hurrying away from Burton Crescent." Amelia Roper was a tall, well-grown young woman, with dark hair and dark eyes;--not handsome, for her nose was thick, and the lower part of her face was heavy, but yet not without some feminine attractions.
Her eyes were bright; but then, also, they were mischievous.

She could talk fluently enough; but then, also, she could scold.

She could assume sometimes the plumage of a dove; but then again she could occasionally ruffle her feathers like an angry kite.

I am quite prepared to acknowledge that John Eames should have kept himself clear of Amelia Roper; but then young men so frequently do those things which they should not do! "After twelve months up here in London one is glad to get away to one's own friends," said Johnny.
"Your own friends, Mr Eames! What sort of friends?
Do you suppose I don't know ?" "Well, no.