He looked round upon them in a deprecatory manner, making a slight motion with his hand and bringing his head down on one side, and then he gave a long sigh.
If it was his intention to convey some subtle warning to his wife, some caution that she alone should understand, he was deceived.

The "children" all knew what he meant quite as well as did their mother.
"Shall we go out, mamma ?" asked Dolly.
"Finish your teas, my dears," said Mr.Masters, who wished to stop the discussion rather than to carry it on before a more select audience.
"You've got to make up your mind to-night," said Mrs.Masters, "and you'll be going over to the Bush at eight." "No, I needn't.

He is to come on Monday.

I told Nickem I wouldn't see him to-night; nor, of course, to-morrow." "Then he'll go to Bearside." "He may go to Bearside and be -- --! Oh, Lord! I do wish you'd let me drop the business for a few minutes when I am in here.

You don't know anything about it.