They were our guests." "Oh, indeed!" The Doctor laughed sarcastically.

"You think it right, then, to entertain young bachelors late at night, to, smoke and drink with them, to---- Oh, that I should ever have lived to blush for my own daughters! I thank God that your dear mother never saw the day." "Dearest papa," cried Clara, throwing her arms about him.

"Do not be angry with us.

If you understood all, you would see that there is no harm in it." "No harm, miss! Who is the best judge of that ?" "Mrs.Westmacott," suggested Ida, slyly.
The Doctor sprang from his chair.

"Confound Mrs.Westmacott!" he cried, striking frenziedly into the air with his hands.