Delightful little rolls of thin bread and butter, sandwiches of cucumber and _pate de foie gras_, tempting morsels of pastry, home-made jam, and crisp biscuits showed that the housekeeper had unconsciously adopted Brett's view of her mistress's needs.
Margaret, hardly knowing what she did, toyed at first with these delicacies, until she yielded to the demands of her stimulated appetite.
Helen and Brett were unfeignedly hungry, and when Brett rose to ring for more cucumber sandwiches, they all laughed.
"The first time I met you," said Margaret, whose cheeks began to exhibit a faint trace of colour, "I told you that you could read a woman's heart.

I did not know you were also qualified to act as her physician." "If the first part of my treatment is deemed successful, then I hope you will adopt the second.

I am quite in earnest concerning Whitby, or Cromer, if you do not care to go far north." "But, Mr.Brett, how can I possibly leave Beechcroft now ?" "Did Mr.Capella consult you when he went to Naples?
Are you not mistress here?
Take my advice.

Give the majority of your servants a holiday.

Close your house, or, better still, have every room dismantled on the pretence of a thorough renovation.