Miss Winstead,” said Mrs. Ogilvie, “this is all most unpleasant.
All men are servants to Mistress Ogilvie, all men who have laid eyes on the lady.
"People don't always give things their right names even to themselves," said Mr. Ogilvie.
And Im to meet you here, each night, at the edge of the Ogilvie woods?
He muttered under his breath that some women were poor creatures, and he was sorry for Ogilvie, yes, very sorry.
I'm going to be brought to your party to-morrow night by Mrs. Ogilvie.
As she thought of this, Mrs. Ogilvie felt so light-hearted that she could have skipped.
Mrs. Ogilvie's the pretty woman who thinks she has a Byzantine profile.
It was the fashion to say that Mrs. Ogilvie had altered greatly since the death of Colonel Ogilvie and the little boy.
After that—not directly after—he said, 'You look all right in yellow, Mrs. Ogilvie.'