Are you in a hurry to go?
It's only four o'clock." They were at the entrance to the supper-room.

Plank drew up a chair for her, and she sank down, dropping her elbows on the small table, and resting her face between her fingers.
"Pegged out, Sylvia ?" exclaimed Ferrall incredulously.

"You?
What's the younger set coming to ?" and he motioned a servant to fill her glass.

But she pushed it aside with a shiver, and gave Plank a strange look which he scarcely understood at the moment.
"More caprices; all sorts of 'em on the programme," muttered Ferrall, looking down at her from where he stood beside Plank.

"O tempora! O Sylvia! ...