You look as if you'd got scarlet fever.

What did you want to boil yourself like that for?
Now, don't cry! It's futile and quite unnecessary.

Just sit quiet till you feel better! There's no one about but me, and I don't count." He turned to the pile of stockings he had brought in with him, and began to sort them into pairs.
"By Jove! You're in the middle of one of mine," he said.

"I'll finish this." He thrust his hand into it and prepared to darn.
"Oh, don't!" said Olga.

"You--you will only make a mess of it." He waved his hand with airy assurance.
"I never make a mess of anything, and I'm a lot cleverer than you think.
What train is Nick coming home by ?" "I don't know.