Good-by!" Iris smiled, and Verity was vastly pleased.
"I am sure you will not forget," she said.

"Good-by." "There's no understandin' wimmin," mused David, as his victoria swept through the gates of Linden House.

"Sunday afternoon Dickey might ha' bin a dose of rat poison; now she's ready to swaller 'im as if 'e was a chocolate drop." Again he returned some few minutes after midnight; again the servant announced Mr.Bulmer's visits, three of them; and again Miss Iris had been absent--in fact, she had not yet come home.
"Not 'ome!" cried David furiously.

"W'y it's gone twelve.

W'ere the--w'ere is she ?" No one knew.