Are there any limits to the mischief that can be done by the tongue of a foolish woman?
The landlady at my lodgings is the woman, in this case.

Having no decided plans for the future as yet, we returned (most unfortunately, as the event has proved) to the rooms in London which I inhabited in my bachelor days.

They are still mine for six weeks to come, and Mercy was unwilling to let me incur the expense of taking her to a hotel.

At breakfast this morning I rashly congratulated myself (in my wife's hearing) on finding that a much smaller collection than usual of letters and cards had accumulated in my absence.

Breakfast over, I was obliged to go out.