I have just ordered an excellent dinner at the customary hour.

I am going to the medicine-chest next, to physic the kitchen-maid--an unwholesome girl, whose face-ache is all stomach.

In the meantime, Norah, my dear, you will find your work and your books, as usual, in the library.
Magdalen, suppose you leave off tying your handkerchief into knots and use your fingers on the keys of the piano instead?
We'll lunch at one, and take the dogs out afterward.

Be as brisk and cheerful both of you as I am.

Come, rouse up directly.