Mrs.Gallilee at once presented herself, harder and colder than ever, to inspect the invalid.

Perceiving no immediate necessity for summoning Mr.Null, she said, "Ring, if you want anything," and left the room.
Mr.Gallilee followed, after an interval, with a little surreptitious offering of wine (hidden under his coat); and with a selection of tarts crammed into his pocket.
"Smuggled goods, my dear," he whispered, "picked up when nobody happened to be looking my way.

When we are miserable--has the idea ever occurred to you ?--it's a sign from kind Providence that we are intended to eat and drink.

The sherry's old, and the pastry melts in your mouth.

Shall I stay with you?
You would rather not?
Just my feeling! Remarkable similarity in our opinions--don't you think so yourself?
I'm sorry for poor Miss Minerva.