The inevitable result of marrying an old man; if there's any blame it rests on my husband." "There's more than an hour yet before the train starts," Alban interposed.

"I am sure, Miss Emily, you would find it pleasanter to wait in the garden." "Not at all a bad notion," Mrs.Rook declared.

"Here's a man who can make himself useful, for once.

Let's go into the garden." She rose, and led the way to the door.

Alban seized the opportunity of whispering to Emily.
"Did you notice the empty decanter, when we first came in?
That horrid woman is drunk." Emily pointed significantly to the locket.