It really isn't your place to make difficulties like this.

What is this young lady to you that you should presume to consider yourself her guardian ?" "She is a boarding-house acquaintance," Tavernake confessed, "nothing more." "Then why did you tell me, only a moment ago, that she was your sister ?" Mrs.Gardner demanded.
Tavernake threw open the door before which they had been standing.
"This," he said, "is the famous dancing gallery.

Lord Clumber is quite willing to allow the pictures to remain, and I may tell you that they are insured for over sixty thousand pounds.

There is no finer dancing room than this in all London." Her eyes swept around it carelessly.
"I have no doubt," she admitted coldly, "that it is very beautiful.

I prefer to continue our discussion." "The dining-room," he went on, "is almost as large.