But when one's words lie at the tip of one's tongue there is little time for reflection, and there are sure to be tares among the wheat.
She was looking serious this evening, but that did not interfere with her comeliness or her pleasant manners.

I found her warmth gratifying, and prepared to unbend more than usual.
'Sit down, my dear.

No, not on that chair: take the easy one by the fire.
You are looking rather fagged, Ursula.

It seems to be the fashion with young people now: they get middle-aged before their time.

Oh yes, Lesbia is out.