He had come to her to talk of his own position, and get sympathy, and here was she in the same position, wanting of course to talk of it, and get sympathy from him.

It was always like that! Nobody ever seemed to think that he had troubles and interests of his own.

He folded up the letter with the splotch inside, and said: "What's it all about, now ?" Winifred recited the story of the pearls calmly.
"Do you think he's really gone, Soames?
You see the state he was in when he wrote that." Soames who, when he desired a thing, placated Providence by pretending that he did not think it likely to happen, answered: "I shouldn't think so.

I might find out at his Club." "If George is there," said Winifred, "he would know." "George ?" said Soames; "I saw him at his father's funeral." "Then he's sure to be there." Soames, whose good sense applauded his sister's acumen, said grudgingly: "Well, I'll go round.

Have you said anything in Park Lane ?" "I've told Emily," returned Winifred, who retained that 'chic' way of describing her mother.