When shall it be ?" "To-morrow is too soon.

Say Thursday, since you ask me," said Miss Skeat.
"Very well.

Shall we read a little ?" And Tourgueneff was put into requisition.
It was late in the afternoon when the Countess's phaeton, black horses, black liveries, and black cushions, swept round a corner of the drive.
Claudius and Barker, in a hired carriage, passed her, coming from the opposite direction.

The four people bowed to each other--the ladies graciously, the men with courteous alacrity.

Each of the four was interested in the others, and each of the four felt that they would all be thrown together in the immediate future.