"And even if I had known--" she, paused.
"You would have preferred sunstroke ?" he suggested.
"That I can quite believe.

Well, here is the book!" He swung his legs off the sofa.

"I dropped in to fetch it myself, as your good uncle seemed to want it, and then became so absorbed in its pages that I couldn't put it down.

We seem to have a rotten Constitution altogether.
Wonder whose fault it is." Olga took the book with a slight, contemptuous glance.

That he had been interested in the subject for a single moment she did not believe.