"What sort of a career for a Comber is a musical career?
I shall tell Michael pretty roundly when he arrives this evening what I think of it all.

We shall have Francis next saying that he wants to resign, too, and become a dentist." Lady Ashbridge considered this for a moment in her stunned mind.
"Dear me, Robert, I hope not," she said.

"I do not think it the least likely that Francis would do anything of the kind.

Look, Petsy is better; she has drunk her cream and rusks quite up.

I think it was only the heat." He gave a little good-humoured giggle of falsetto laughter.
"I wish, Marion," he said, "that you could manage to take your mind off your dog for a moment and attend to me.