Go in and sleep, and to-morrow you will talk reasonably." This brilliant speech was from Hope, and wrought Mrs.Jasher into a royal rage.
"Well," she gasped, "he asks me to be calm, as it I wasn't the very calmest person here.

I declare: oh, I shall be ill! Lucy," she seized the girl's hand and dragged her towards the cottage, "come in and give me red lavender.

I shall be in bed for days and days and days.

Oh, what brutes men can be! But listen, you two horrors," she indicated Braddock and Hope, as she pushed open the door, "if you dare to say a word against me, I'll have an action for libel against you.

Oh, dear me, how very ill I feel! Lucy, darling, help me, oh, help me, and--and--oh--oh--oh!" She flopped down on the threshold of her home with a cry.
"Archie! Archie! She's fainted." Hope rushed forward, and raised the stout little woman in his arms.
Jane, attracted by the clamor, appeared on the scene, and between the three of them they managed to get Mrs.Jasher placed on the sofa of the pink drawing-room.