I couldn't think what Georgie'd need such a combination for either, and then I got afraid that maybe--" Mrs.Williams laughed.

"Oh, no; it hasn't anything to do with his having been over here.

I'm sure they were very nice to him." "Well, I'm glad of that." "Yes, indeed--" Mrs.Williams began, when Fanny appeared, summoning her to the telephone.
It is pathetically true that Mrs.Williams went to the telephone humming a little song.

She was detained at the instrument not more than five minutes; then she made a plunging return into the library, a blanched and stricken woman.

She made strange, sinister gestures at her husband.
He sprang up, miserably prophetic.