Come then, say the word.

There ain't a bedroom in my house,--not one of the front ones,--that isn't mahogany furnished!" "What's furniture to me ?" said Mrs Greenow, with her handkerchief to her eyes.
Just at this moment Maria's mother stepped in under the canvas.

It was most inopportune.

Mr Cheesacre felt that he was progressing well, and was conscious that he had got safely over those fences in the race which his bashfulness would naturally make difficult to him.

He knew that he had done this under the influence of the champagne, and was aware that it might not be easy to procure again a combination of circumstances that would be so beneficial to him.