"She was most awfully rude to me.

You would have thought that I wanted to burgle something." She gave an affected laugh.

"I simply stared through her.

I find that irritates that class of person frightfully ...

How do you like my sables, Jean?
Yes--a present." "They are beautiful," said Jean serenely, but to herself she muttered bitterly, "Opulent _lumps_!" "David goes back to Oxford next week," she said aloud, the thought of money recalling David's lack of it.
"Oh, really! How exciting for him," Mrs.Duff-Whalley said.