You shall pretend that you are engaged to somebody else, and I'll pretend that I am not engaged to anybody, and then we shan't quarrel.' 'Do you think that will prevent our falling out, Rosa ?' 'I know it will.

Hush! Pretend to look out of window--Mrs.Tisher!' Through a fortuitous concourse of accidents, the matronly Tisher heaves in sight, says, in rustling through the room like the legendary ghost of a dowager in silken skirts: 'I hope I see Mr.Drood well; though I needn't ask, if I may judge from his complexion.

I trust I disturb no one; but there _was_ a paper-knife--O, thank you, I am sure!' and disappears with her prize.
'One other thing you must do, Eddy, to oblige me,' says Rosebud.

'The moment we get into the street, you must put me outside, and keep close to the house yourself--squeeze and graze yourself against it.' 'By all means, Rosa, if you wish it.

Might I ask why ?' 'O! because I don't want the girls to see you.' 'It's a fine day; but would you like me to carry an umbrella up ?' 'Don't be foolish, sir.