Mrs.Seaton listened to him with the slightest smile on her formidable lip.

The story was pleasing to her.
'At least, my dear sir,' she said when he paused, nodding her diademed head with stately emphasis, 'Mrs.Thornburgh's inconvenience may have one good result.

You can now make an example of the carrier.

It is our special business, as my husband always says, who are in authority, to bring their low vices home to these people.' The vicar fidgeted in his chair.

What ineptitude had he been guilty of now! By way of avoiding Lord Fleckwood he might have started Mrs.Seaton on teetotalism.