His left hand was stretched out towards the cartridge bag which Caroline was holding.
He clasped her fingers for a moment before he helped himself.
"You are rather a dear," he said.

"I would not do anything to hurt Rosamund for the world." "If you can't get rid of your old tricks altogether and must flirt," she remarked, "well, I'm always somewhere about.

Rosamund wouldn't mind me, because there are a few grey hairs in my sandy ones .-- And here comes your man across the park--looks as though he had a message for you.

So long as nothing has happened to your cook, I feel that I could face ill tidings with composure." Dominey found himself watching with fixed eyes the approach of his rather sad-faced manservant through the snow.

Parkins was not dressed for such an enterprise, nor did he seem in any way to relish it.