I am sure I deserve it as well as Clytemnestra." "I will.

But I fear I shall tear it up for its unworthiness afterward." "Dont: I am not a critic.

Talking of critics, where has Mrs.Leith Fairfax gone to?
Oh, there she is!" Mrs.Fairfax came up when she saw Marian look round for her.

"My dear," she said: "it is past six.

We must go.