"You want peaches in spring," said she.

"Give us our thousand years of summer, and then complain, if you please, that our peach is not as mellow as yours.

Even our voices may be soft then," she added, with a significant look at Lord Skye.
"We are at a disadvantage in arguing with Mrs.Lee," said he to Ratcliffe; "when she ends as counsel, she begins as witness.

The famous Duchess of Devonshire's lips were not half as convincing as Mrs.Lee's voice." Ratcliffe listened carefully, assenting whenever he saw that Mrs.Lee wished it.

He wished he understood precisely what tones and half-tones, colours and harmonies, were.
They arrived and strolled up the sunny path.