I wonder if dear Mrs.Odell-Carney is in her room." The estimable lady fluttered loosely toward the door.

Her daughter called to her.
"If I were you, I'd wait a day or two, mamma." She was quite cool and very calculating now.

"It may adjust itself, and--and if we can just drop a hint that we suspect, they won't be so--so--well, so public about it.

I _know_--I just _know_ that Freddie will be disgusted with her if he sees how she's carrying on." Katherine suddenly had realised that good might spring from evil, after all.
In the mean time, young Mr.Ulstervelt was having troubles and disappointments of his own.

Persistent effort to make love to Miss Fowler had finally resulted in an almost peremptory command to desist.
An unlucky impulse to hold her hand during one of his attempts to "try her out" met with disaster.