He entered, singing a scrap of a song; which was cut suddenly short when his eye fell on the servant.
"Tynn," said he, "you must bring me something to eat.

I have had no dinner." "You cannot be very hungry, or you'd have come in before," remarked Mrs.
Verner to him.

"It is tea-time now." "I'll take tea and dinner together," was his answer.
"But you ought to have been in before," she persisted; for, though an easy mistress and mother, Mrs.Verner did not like the order of meals to be displaced.

"Where have you stayed, Fred?
You have not been all this while taking Sibylla West to Bitterworth's." "You must talk to Sibylla West about that," answered Fred.

"When young ladies keep you a good hour waiting, while they make themselves ready to start, you can't get back precisely to your own time." "What did she keep you waiting for ?" questioned Mrs.Verner.
"Some mystery of the toilette, I conclude.