He was told that he had made a most dangerous confession.

She could deduce his entire history from that one fact.

He challenged her to proceed; and she proclaimed him a Liberal Member of Parliament.
William, nominally engaged in a desultory conversation with Aunt Eleanor, heard every word, and taking advantage of the fact that elderly ladies have little continuity of conversation, at least with those whom they esteem for their youth and their sex, he asserted his presence by a very nervous laugh.
Cassandra turned to him directly.

She was enchanted to find that, instantly and with such ease, another of these fascinating beings was offering untold wealth for her extraction.
"There's no doubt what YOU do in a railway carriage, William," she said, making use in her pleasure of his first name.

"You never ONCE look out of the window; you read ALL the time." "And what facts do you deduce from that ?" Mr.Peyton asked.
"Oh, that he's a poet, of course," said Cassandra.