You could lay the scene in Australia or the Barbadoes, or some of those places, and put us all in--and kill us all off, if you like, you know.

It would be such fun." Poor Miss Westonhaugh! "It is easy to see what you are thinking about most, Miss Westonhaugh," said Lord Steepleton: "the tigers are uppermost in your mind; and therefore in mine also," he added gallantly.
"Indeed, no--I was thinking about Mr.Isaacs." She blushed scarlet--the first time I had ever seen her really embarrassed.

It was very natural that she should be thinking of Isaacs and the strange adventures he had just recounted; and if she had not cared about him she would not have changed colour.

So I thought, at all events.
"My dear, drink some water immediately, this curry is very hot--deuced hot, in fact," said Mr.Ghyrkins, in perfectly good faith.
John Westonhaugh, who was busy breaking up biscuits and green peppers and "Bombay ducks" into his curry, looked up slowly at his sister and smiled.
"Why, you are quite a griffin, Katharine," said he, "how they will laugh at you in Bombay!" I was amused; of course the remarks of her uncle and brother did not make the blush subside--on the contrary.

Kildare was drinking more claret, to conceal his annoyance.