"I should think you must feel quite stifled in it after your grand mansion, of which my son tells me such wonders.

But we were not always accustomed to this sort of thing, Mr.Haw.Humble as I stand here, there was a time, and not so long ago, when I could write as many figures on a cheque as any gunmaker in Birmingham.

It was--" "He is a dear discontented old papa," cried Laura, throwing her arm round him in a caressing manner.

He gave a sharp squeak and a grimace of pain, which he endeavoured to hide by an outbreak of painfully artificial coughing.
"Shall we go upstairs ?" said Robert hurriedly, anxious to divert his guest's attention from this little domestic incident.

"My studio is the real atelier, for it is right up under the tiles.