'Let us be quite clear, Aunt Pattie--when does this young woman arrive ?' 'In about half an hour.

But really, Edward, you need take no trouble! she is coming to visit me, and I will see that she doesn't get in your way.
Neither you nor Eleanor need trouble your heads about her.' Miss Manisty--a small elderly lady in a cap--looked at her nephew with a mild and deprecating air.

The slight tremor of the hands, which were crossed over the knitting on her lap, betrayed a certain nervousness; but for all that she had the air of managing a familiar difficulty in familiar ways.
The gentleman addressed shook his head impatiently.
'One never prepares for these catastrophes till they actually arrive,' he muttered, taking up a magazine that lay on the table near him, and restlessly playing with the leaves.
'I warned you yesterday.' 'And I forgot--and was happy.

Eleanor--what are we going to do with Miss Foster ?' A lady, who had been sitting at some little distance, rose and came forward.
'Well, I should have thought the answer was simple.

Here we are fifteen miles from Rome.