I am seventy-five years of age, and I have seen something of men and women.
Those two will suit." "Here comes the dog-cart," said Evelyn, with evident relief.
"Where is Miss Deyncourt ?" "She went off to Slumberleigh some time ago.

She said she was going to the rectory, I believe." "It is just as well.

Ah! here is Charles." A tall, distinguished-looking man in a light overcoat came slowly round the corner of the house as she spoke, and joined them on the lawn.
Evelyn went to meet him with, evident affection, which met with as evident a return, and he then exchanged a more formal greeting with his aunt.
"Come and sit down here," said Evelyn, pulling forward a garden-chair.
"How hot and tired you look!" "I am tired to death, Evelyn.

I went to London in May a comparatively young man.

Aunt Mary said I ought to go, and so, of course, I went.