"Will you come and have something to eat?" he said to Clara Durrant.
"Nobody shall disturb you," said Mrs. Durrant peremptorily as she passed.
"Doesn't she look charming?" exclaimed Miss Eliot, as Clara Durrant passed them.
"There's not much to be said for this sort of thing, is there?" said Timothy Durrant to Jacob.
Clara Durrant procured the stockings, played the sonata, filled the vases, fetched the pudding, left the cards, and when the great invention of paper flowers to swim in finger-bowls was discovered, was one of those who most marvelled at their brief lives.
"Which is the result of enjoying yourself," said Mrs. Durrant severely, surveying the dance programme all scored with the same initials, or rather they were different ones this time--R.B. instead of E.M.; Richard Bonamy it was now, the young man with the Wellington nose.