I do hope I'm as good as your father any day.' 'Oh, pray make haste,' said Mrs Prothero, very much frightened.
'Good-bye, cousin.

Forgive me if I have been rude?
I beg your pardon.' 'This way, ma'am, if you please,' said Gladys, opening the door; but Mrs Jenkins was smoothing down her silk dress, and arranging her bonnet in the looking glass.
'Quite ready for another husband, aunt; but you had better make haste, you don't know what you may come in for if you meet my father.' 'I am not caring neither,' said the little woman, sweeping across the room and out at the door.

At the top of the stair she met Mr Prothero, face to face.

The effect of her appearance upon that worthy man is not to be described.

She made a kind of curtsey and began to speak, but no sooner did she see his face than she held her tongue.