But if you find I've put poison in it, don't blame me." She left us, her little head indignantly in the air.

Jaffery laughed, sank into a chair and tugged at his pipe.
"I wish Doria could be persuaded to read the thing," said he.
"Why ?" I asked looking up from the proofs.
"It's not quite up to the standard of 'The Diamond Gate.'" "I shouldn't suppose it was," said I drily.
"Wittekind's delighted anyhow.

It's a different _genre_; but he says that's all the better." Susan emerged from my study door on to the terrace.
"My good fellow," said I, "yonder is the daughter of the house, evidently at a loose end.

Go and entertain her.

I'm going to read this wonderful novel and don't want to be disturbed till lunch." The good-humoured giant lumbered away, and Susan finding herself in undisputed possession took him off to remote recesses of the kitchen garden, far from casual intruders.