Now you're no better than an unconscious echo." "Wait for your own turn, my dear," said the mother.
Harry had reached home on a Saturday, and the following Monday was Christmas-day.

Lady Clavering, he was told, was at home at the park, and Sir Hugh had been there lately.

No one from the house except the servants were seen at church, either on the Sunday or on Christmas-day.
"But that shows nothing," said the Rector, speaking in anger.

"He very rarely does come, and when he does, it would be better that he should be away.

I think that he likes to insult me by misconducting himself.