"How are the kids?
How is Eileen ?" "That's why I sent for you.

Eileen is furious at being left here all alone; she's practically well and she's to dine with Drina in the library.

Would you be good enough to dine there with them?
Eileen, poor child, is heartily sick of her imprisonment; it would be a mercy, Phil." "Why, yes, I'll do it, of course; only I've some matters at home--" "Home! You call those stuffy, smoky, impossible, half-furnished rooms _home_! Phil, when are you ever going to get some pretty furniture and art things?
Eileen and I have been talking it over, and we've decided to go there and see what you need and then order it, whether you like it or not." "Thanks," he said, laughing; "it's just what I've tried to avoid.

I've got things where I want them now--but I knew it was too comfortable to last.

Boots said that some woman would be sure to be good to me with an art-nouveau rocking-chair." "A perfect sample of man's gratitude," said Nina, exasperated; "for I've ordered two beautiful art-nouveau rocking-chairs, one for you and one for Mr.Lansing.Now you can go and humiliate poor little Eileen, who took so much pleasure in planning with me for your comfort.