Well, I suppose I shall see her next week." And Mrs.Touchett's husband slowly resumed his former posture.
"Before that," said Miss Archer.

"She's coming down to dinner--at eight o'clock.

Don't you forget a quarter to seven," she added, turning with a smile to Ralph.
"What's to happen at a quarter to seven ?" "I'm to see my mother," said Ralph.
"Ah, happy boy!" the old man commented.

"You must sit down--you must have some tea," he observed to his wife's niece.
"They gave me some tea in my room the moment I got there," this young lady answered.

"I'm sorry you're out of health," she added, resting her eyes upon her venerable host.
"Oh, I'm an old man, my dear; it's time for me to be old.