We'll have to give that chap what for, I know." Selina sailed into the room in a salmon-coloured wrapper, which should long ago have been relegated to the bath-room.

She pecked her father on the cheek and nodded to Mary.
"Don't you see Mr.Brooks, dear ?" her father remarked, with a twinkle in his eye and something very much like a wink to Mary.
Selina screamed, and looked fearfully around the room.
"What do you mean, papa ?" she exclaimed.

"There is no one here." "Serve you right if there had been," Mr.Bullsom declared, gruffly.
"A pretty state to come down in the morning at past nine o'clock." Selina tossed her head.
"I am going to dress directly after breakfast," she remarked.
"Then if you'll allow me to say so," her father declared, "before breakfast is the time to dress, and not afterwards.

You're always the same, Selina, underdressed when you think there's no one around to see you, and overdressed when there is." Selina poured herself out some coffee and yawned.
"La, papa, what do you know about it ?" she exclaimed.
"What my eyes tell me," Mr.Bullsom declared, sternly.

"You've no allowance to keep to.