She advanced and shook hands with extreme frigidity.
"I am sorry you have had an accident," she said.
"Very good of you," said Major Hunt-Goring, his eyes boldly passing her to rest upon Violet.

"Managed to crack my thumb tinkering at my old motor.

Dr.Wyndham tells me that you have been kind enough to ask me to lunch.

How do you do, Miss Campion?
Charmed to meet you! Someone told me you were yachting in the Atlantic." "Heaven forbid!" said Violet.

"Yachting is simply another word for imprisonment to me.