Dora removed her person from his line of vision, and he saw what we had there.
'The work of a friend of yours ?' Sir William was spoken of as a 'cautious' man.

He had risen to his present distinction on stepping-stones of mistakes he conspicuously had not made.
'No,' said Dora, 'we were wondering who the artist could be.' Sir William looked at the studies, and had a happy thought.

'If you ask me, I should say a child of ten,' he said.

He was also known as a man of humour.
'Miss Harris had just remarked a certain immaturity,' I ventured.
'Oh, well,' said Sir William, 'this isn't the Royal Academy, is it?
I always say it's very good of people to send their things here at all.
And some of them are not half bad--I should call this year's average very high indeed.' 'Are you pleased with the picture that has taken your prize, Sir William ?' asked Dora.
'I have bought it.' Sir William's chest underwent before our eyes an expansion of conscious virtue.

Living is so expensive in Simla; the purchase of a merely decorative object takes almost the proportion of an act of religion, even by a Member of Council drawing four hundred pounds a month.
'First-rate it is, first-rate.