Ralph sauntered back into the morning-room, where we heard him beguiling his solitude with a few chords on the piano.
Presently Evelyn returned.

She was pale even to the lips, and her voice faltered as she said: "She has not gone to bed, for there is a light in her room; but she would not answer when I knocked, and the door is locked." "All of which circumstances are not sufficient to make you as white as a ghost," said Charles.

"I think even if Aurelia has a headache, you would bear the occurrence with fortitude.

My dear child, you do not act so well off the stage as on it.

There is something on your mind.