Have you got pen and ink?
I must fill up the form." Mercy pointed to the writing materials on the table.

Horace seated himself, and dipped the pen in the ink.
"Pray don't think that I wish to intrude myself into your affairs," he said.

"I am obliged to ask you one or two plain questions.

What is your name ?" A sudden trembling seized her.

She supported herself against the foot of the bed.