Far more likely to suit my friend than any I have seen yet.

Will you give me the refusal of it till to-morrow ?" There she stopped for breath, and gave Mr.Delamayn his first opportunity of speaking to her.
"I beg your ladyship's pardon," he began.

"I really can't--" Mr.Vanborough--passing close behind him and whispering as he passed--stopped the lawyer before he could say a word more.
"For God's sake, don't contradict me! My wife is coming this way!" At the same moment (still supposing that Mr.Delamayn was the master of the house) Lady Jane returned to the charge.
"You appear to feel some hesitation," she said.

"Do you want a reference ?" She smiled satirically, and summoned her friend to her aid.
"Mr.Vanborough!" Mr.Vanborough, stealing step by step nearer to the window--intent, come what might of it, on keeping his wife out of the room--neither heeded nor heard her.

Lady Jane followed him, and tapped him briskly on the shoulder with her parasol.
At that moment Mrs.Vanborough appeared on the garden side of the window.
"Am I in the way ?" she asked, addressing her husband, after one steady look at Lady Jane.