"She's all right, Ellen." He waited a moment, leaning against the wall of the passage.

"It did give me a turn," he said, and then, warningly, "Don't frighten the girl, Ellen." Daisy was standing before the fire in their sitting room, admiring herself in the glass.
"Oh, father," she exclaimed, without turning round, "I've seen the lodger! He's quite a nice gentleman, though, to be sure, he does look a cure.

He rang his bell, but I didn't like to go up; and so he came down to ask Ellen for something.

We had quite a nice little chat--that we had.

I told him it was my birthday, and he asked me and Ellen to go to Madame Tussaud's with him this afternoon." She laughed, a little self-consciously.