We'll have lunch somewhere, and I'll bring you back in the evening.' 'If there's a good working light to-morrow, I lose a day.' Maisie balanced the heavy white chestnut palette irresolutely.
Dick bit back an oath that was hurrying to his lips.

He had not yet learned patience with the maiden to whom her work was all in all.
'You'll lose ever so many more, dear, if you use every hour of working light.

Overwork's only murderous idleness.

Don't be unreasonable.

I'll call for you to-morrow after breakfast early.' 'But surely you are going to ask----' 'No, I am not.