"Mrs. Pressford will probably be equal to the occasion," laughed Maurice.
(The "dear young doctor" had done for himself now. Mrs. Brutt reverted on the spot to her earlier opinion. Had she not known him by instinct as a "sinister" individual? She bristled with wrath.)
"Tell me what worries you, Dick."
"One must have bothers sometimes, darling. It's a letter from the farm."
("Darling" indeed!)
"A most extraordinary thing has happened."
"Yes. Tell me all about it."
"Of course I will. My own, how sweet you look to-day."
("His own!" Atrocious! Scandalous! And she never to have been informed!)
"Take off your hat. I want to see you without it. Look at me, Doris. Those dear eyes! I never saw such expressive eyes as yours. They say everything you think."