"I know you'll bungle those tenths." Falbe moved to the piano-seat.
"Oh, let's have a shot at it," he said.

"If Lady Barbara won't mind, play that one through to me first, Mike." "Oh, presently, Hermann," he said.

"It makes such an infernal row that you can't hear anything else afterwards.

Do sing, Miss Sylvia; my aunt won't really mind--will you, Aunt Barbara ?" "Michael, I have just learned that this is THE Miss Falbe," she said.

"I am suffering from shock.