In fact, I've seldom enjoyed an afternoon more.

But I want to hear what you've settled, if you don't mind telling me." "Oh, it's all settled," he replied.

"I'm going to this infernal cottage to write a worthless book." "How I envy you," she replied, with the utmost sincerity.
"Well, cottages are to be had for fifteen shillings a week." "Cottages are to be had--yes," she replied.

"The question is--" She checked herself.

"Two rooms are all I should want," she continued, with a curious sigh; "one for eating, one for sleeping.