He and Dr.Rodd were here a little while ago, I suppose that they have gone out" (as a matter of fact they had, but in different directions).
"Then that's all right," she said with a sigh of relief.

"You see, I heard that he was very ill, which is why I have come back." So, thought I to myself, she loves that old scamp and she--doesn't love the doctor.

There will be more trouble as sure as five and two are seven.

All we wanted was a woman to make the pot boil over.
Then I opened the gate and took a travelling bag from her hand with my politest bow.
"My name is Quatermain and that of my friend Anscombe.

We are staying here, you know," I said rather awkwardly.
"Indeed," she answered with a delightful smile, "what a very strange place to choose to stay in." "It is a beautiful house," I remarked.
"Not bad, although I designed it, more or less.