Jove, that's a fine fish." He stood admiring the codling upon the scales.

Philippa continued her work.
"If you intend to spend the rest of the evening with us," she told him calmly, "please let me remind you again that we have guests for dinner.
Your present attire may be comfortable but it is scarcely becoming." He turned away and came back towards her.

As he passed the lamp, she started.
"Why, you're wet," she exclaimed, "wet through!" "Of course I am," he admitted, feeling his sleeve, "but to tell you the truth, in the interest of our conversation I had quite forgotten it.
Here come our guests, before I have had time to escape.

I can hear your friend Lessingham's voice.".