"She is a rather majestic young lady." Mr.Bellingham chuckled and smothered a yawn, and at that moment his daughter entered the room; and, in spite of her shabby black dress and a shabbier handbag that she carried, I thought her appearance and manner fully justified my description.
"You come in, Miss Bellingham," I said as she shook my hand with cool civility, "to find your father yawning and me taking my departure.

So I have my uses, you see.

My conversation is the infallible cure for insomnia." Miss Bellingham smiled.

"I believe I am driving you away," she said.
"Not at all," I replied hastily.

"My mission was accomplished, that was all." "Sit down for a few minutes, Doctor," urged Mr.Bellingham, "and let Ruth sample the remedy.