Yes, Eve answered, she would be down in another moment.

Still, even as she spoke she leant more heavily on the pier-table behind her in order that she might not fall.
Hyacinthe had drawn near to his sister: "You know," said he, "it's simply idiotic to quarrel like that.

You would do much better to come downstairs." But Camille harshly dismissed him: "Just _you_ go off, and take the others with you.

It's quite as well that they shouldn't be about our ears." Hyacinthe glanced at his mother, like one who knew the truth and considered the whole affair ridiculous.

And then, vexed at seeing her so deficient in energy in dealing with that little pest, his sister, he shrugged his shoulders, and leaving them to their folly, conducted the others away.