He has been on his legs all day.

I expect he will be laid up to-morrow." In a quarter of an hour the ball-room was empty, and Lady Mary, who was dragging herself wearily towards the hall as the last carriage rolled away, felt that she might safely restore the balance of her mind by a sudden lapse from the gracious and benevolent to the acid and severe.
"To bed! to bed!" she kept repeating.

"Where is Evelyn?
I want her arm.
General Marston, Colonel Middleton, will you have the goodness to go and glean up these young people?
Mrs.Marston and Lady Delmour, you must both be tired to death.

Let us go on, and they can follow." General Marston and I found a whole flock of the said young people in the library, candle in hand, laughing and talking, thinking they were going that moment, but not doing it, and all, in fact, listening to Charles, who was expounding a theory of his own respecting ball dresses, which seemed to meet with the greatest feminine derision.
"First take your silk slip," he was saying as we came in.

"There is nothing indiscreet in mentioning a slip; is there, Evelyn?
I trust not; for I heard Lady Delmour telling Mrs.Wright that all well-brought-up young ladies had silk slips.