You've had your breakfast.

Go and finish up that report.

Williams," Killigrew called to the second man, "take Mr.Webb's grips up to his rooms.

I'll see you later, Thomas," and Killigrew made off for the breakfast-room, where he chuckled at odd times, much to his wife's curiosity.

But he shook his head when she quizzed him.
"You agree with me, Molly, don't you, that Kitty shall marry when and where she pleases ?" "Certainly, Daniel.