"Can I get you a cup of tea ?" Mrs.Vimpany accepted the tea, and enjoyed it thoughtfully.
She had two objects in view--to be revenged on Mountjoy, and to find a way of forcing him to leave the town before he could communicate his discoveries to Iris.

How to reach these separate ends, by one and the same means, was still the problem which she was trying to solve, when the doctor's coarse voice was audible, calling for somebody to come to him.
If his head was only clear enough, by this time, to understand the questions which she meant to put, his answers might suggest the idea of which she was in search.

Rising with alacrity, Mrs.Vimpany returned to the bed-chamber.
"You miserable creature," she began, "are you sober now ?" "I'm as sober as you are." "Do you know," she went on, "why Mr.Mountjoy asked you to dine with him ?" "Because he's my friend." "He is your worst enemy.

Hold your tongue! I'll explain what I mean directly.

Rouse your memory, if you have got a memory left.