They knew they were disturbing my work.

They hoped I didn't mind.
"I wanted mamma to write, but she would come," said Dora, in her hearty voice.

I murmured polite mendacities and offered chairs.

Dora preferred to stand and gaze about her with feminine curiosity.

Women always seem to sniff for Bluebeardism in a bachelor's apartment.
"Why, what two beautiful rooms you have.