Pardon my presumption! When you are as old as I am you will realize how little it really matters.

You are genuinely angry, I suppose?
Not pretending ?" Olga bit her lip in silence and returned to her work, conscious of unsteady fingers, conscious also of a scrutiny that marked and derided the fact.
"Yes," he said, after a moment, "I should think your pulse must be about a hundred.

Leave off working for a minute and let it steady down!" Olga stitched on in spite of growing discomfiture.

The shakiness was increasing very perceptibly.

She could feel herself becoming hotter every moment.