The doctor is with her," she whispered.

"I'll make a light in here and you can wait." "Let me," said Charley, quite as pleasantly as if he were not a bad husband, while he found a match and struck it on the sole of his foot.
Then, as the gas flared up, he exclaimed, with a low whistle, "By Jove, you're a sight, Gabriella!" "Well, it's your fault," replied Gabriella sharply, letting him see, as she told herself, exactly what she thought of him.

"You've made Jane so ill we thought she was dying." "I'm sorry for that," he said, suddenly smitten with gravity.

"Is she really so bad ?" His charming freckled face, with its irrepressible humour, grew almost grotesquely solemn, while the habitual merriment faded slowly from his light-gray eyes, leaving them empty of expression.

He was a short, rather thick-set man, not particularly good-looking, not particularly clever, but possessing a singular, if unaccountable, charm.