It remained therefore for him to extricate her, if he could.

He turned to her.
"Look here, Mrs.Tudor," he said, in a judicious, elder-brotherly tone, "I think it's a mistake, don't you know, to let yourself get depressed over--well, little things.

I know what it is to feel down on your luck.
But luck turns, you know, and--and--he's a good sort--a bit stiff and difficult to get on with, but still--a good sort.

You won't think me rude if I leave you now?
I didn't expect Mrs.Raleigh to be so long, and I'm afraid I can't wait any longer.

I've got to dress for mess." "Goodness!" said Audrey, with a glance at the clock.