"What is the matter ?" "Nothing," he answered.

"I suppose one must be serious sometimes.
Good-bye, Mother; I will have my dinner at five o'clock.

Everything is packed, except my shirts, so you need not trouble." "Good-bye, my son," she answered with a bow of strained stateliness.
She was extremely annoyed at the tone he had adopted with her, and there was something in his look that had made her feel afraid.
"Kiss me, Mother," said the girl.

Her flowerlike lips touched the withered cheek and warmed its frost.
"My child! my child!" cried Mrs.Vane, looking up to the ceiling in search of an imaginary gallery.
"Come, Sibyl," said her brother impatiently.

He hated his mother's affectations.
They went out into the flickering, wind-blown sunlight and strolled down the dreary Euston Road.