Mrs.Fitzgerald was on the stage singing "in English and French," and her shrill tones penetrated the thin walls greatly to Gay's discomfort.

The lady's voice was not particularly sweet.
"Let us walk apart, Polly," said he.

"We shan't hear that noise so keenly." He took her arm and placed it beneath his.
"Spiller's right, my dear.

I have great hopes of you, but your chance won't come for months.

The time won't be lost if you work hard at everything Huddy puts in your way.