She could hear Mr.
Airlie's purring voice congratulating her.
She ought to have insisted on their going to a decent shop.

The mere advertisement ought to have forewarned her.

It was the posters that had captured Mrs.Phillips: those dazzling apartments where bejewelled society reposed upon the "high-class but inexpensive designs" of Mr.
Krebs.

Artists ought to have more self-respect than to sell their talents for such purposes.
The contract was concluded in Mr.Krebs' private office: a very stout gentleman with a very thin voice, whose dream had always been to one day be of service to the renowned Mr.Robert Phillips.

He was clearly under the impression that he had now accomplished it.