"Where are you all ?" she asked, taking her eye away from the telescope.

"How dark it is!" Mrs.Durrant sat in the drawing-room by a lamp winding a ball of wool.
Mr.Clutterbuck read the Times.

In the distance stood a second lamp, and round it sat the young ladies, flashing scissors over silver-spangled stuff for private theatricals.

Mr.Wortley read a book.
"Yes; he is perfectly right," said Mrs.Durrant, drawing herself up and ceasing to wind her wool.

And while Mr.Clutterbuck read the rest of Lord Lansdowne's speech she sat upright, without touching her ball.
"Ah, Mr.Flanders," she said, speaking proudly, as if to Lord Lansdowne himself.