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"'He says he's thirsty, and would like a drink, answered Carmen, and she threw herself back upon a sofa, screaming with laughter at her own translation. "When that girl begins to laugh, sir, it was hopeless for anybody to try and talk sense. Everybody laughed with her. The big Englishman began to laugh too, like the idiot he was, and ordered the servant to bring me something to drink.
To the sight of Irene and that dead fellow sitting side by side in the stand at Lord's. To her and that boy at Robin Hill. To the sofa, where Fleur lay crushed up in the corner; to her lips pressed into his cheek, and her farewell "Daddy." And suddenly he saw again Irene's grey-gloved hand waving its last gesture of release.
Bowen?" he asked, from the hollow of the arm-chair, not too low, which he had sunk into. With Mrs. Bowen in a higher chair at his right hand, and Miss Graham intent upon him from the sofa on his left, a sense of delicious satisfaction filled him from head to foot. "There isn't one I would spare if you said the word." "And there isn't one I want destroyed, I'm sorry to say," answered Mrs. Bowen.
On the following day Lavretsky drove over to Vassilyevskoe. The first thing that struck him on entering was the scent of patchouli, always distasteful to him. There were some travelling trunks in the hall. He crossed the threshold of the drawing-room a lady arose from the sofa, made a step forward, and fell at his feet.
"We'll go, Pelagueya Nilovna." "Yes, we'll go." "Is it far?" "About fifty miles." "Splendid! And now I'm going to play a little. Do you mind listening to music, Pelagueya Nilovna?" "Don't bother about me. Act as if I weren't here," said the mother, seating herself in the corner of the sofa.
Brian Walford was standing in the middle of the big empty room, talking to his uncle the Colonel. Mrs. Wendover and her sister-in-law were sitting on a capacious old sofa in conversation with Dr. Rylance. 'Oh, you have come at last, said Brian Walford, as Ida came slowly through the open window, pale as death, and moving feebly.
"It is very pleasant to have you back again," she said. "Kate has been counting first the hours, and then the minutes." "And so have you, mother." "Of course we want to hear all the news," said Mrs. O'Hara. Then Neville, with the girl who was to be his wife sitting close beside him on the sofa, almost within his embrace, told them how things were going at Scroope.
Hardly had she left the room when Fred got up from his sofa and approached Giselle with passionate eagerness. "Are you sure I am not dreaming," said he. "Is it you really you who advise me to marry Jacqueline?" "Who else should it be?" she answered, very calm to all appearance. "Who can know better than I? But first you must oblige me by lying down again, or else I will not say one word more.
In the dining-room the shaded lamp burned dimly, and Regina could see the outline of Hannah's form on the sofa, and knew from the continual turning first on one side, then on the other, that the old woman was awake, though no sound escaped her.
I have a daughter about your age, who is also married who faces your problems. Madame, you look fatigued will you not sit down?" He led her to a sofa on one side of the hall and took a seat beside her. "Is not the trouble," he began, "that the women have too much leisure and the men too little the women too little work, the men too much?" "Oh, yes, yes, yes!"
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