"Don't mind me, young people.

Go on just as you would if I were not here." Mr.Edward Silk grumbled something under his breath; Miss Kybird, turning to the intruder with a smile of welcome, remarked that she had just thought of going to sleep.
"Going to sleep ?" repeated Mr.Silk, thunder-struck.
"Yes," said Miss Kybird, yawning.
Mr.Silk gazed at her, open-mouthed.

"What, with me 'ere ?" he inquired, in trembling tones.
"You're not very lively company," said Miss Kybird, bending over her sewing.

"I don't think you've spoken a word for the last quarter of an hour, and before that you were talking of death-warnings.

Made my flesh creep, you did." "Shame!" said Mr.Nugent.
"You didn't say anything to me about your flesh creeping," muttered Mr.
Silk.
"You ought to have seen it creep," interposed Mr.Nugent, severely.
"I'm not talking to you," said Mr.Silk, turning on him; "when I want the favour of remarks from you I'll let you know." "Don't you talk to my gentlemen friends like that, Teddy," said Miss Kybird, sharply, "because I won't have it.