'It is difficult not to think you older than you are, you are so terribly sensible and matter-of-fact.

How can Gladys get on with you, I wonder?
Do you put a moral extinguisher on all her romance ?' 'I am not quite so matter-of-fact as you make out, Mr.Hamilton.' He shot an odd sort of glance at me.

'When you sing, one can believe that; there is nothing prosaic in a nestful of larks.

Poor Phoebe, I do believe you are doing her good: she looks far more human already.

By the bye, when are you coming to sing to us again?
I told Etta that I was engaged on Thursday, and she declared it was our only free day until Christmas.' 'I shall be too busy to come till after then,' I replied quietly, for I did not wish him to think that I was ready to jump at any invitation to Gladwyn.