"This place encourages in me the grossest of appetites." "Have no fear," she replied.

"You will never see that woodcock again.

I shall have it for my luncheon to-morrow.

I ordered dinner before I came out, and though it may be a simple feast, I promise that you shall not go away hungry." "Will you promise that you will never send me away hungry ?" he asked, dropping his voice for a moment.
She turned and studied him.

Helen, who had strolled a few yards away, was knee-deep in the golden brown bracken, picking some gorgeously coloured leaves from a solitary bramble bush.