I've been telling Mrs. tailleur that she's incapable of managing her own affairs when it's a question of her own advantage.
Miss Keating, Mrs. tailleur's companion, watched them from her seat on the veranda.
He had made up his mind that Mr. tailleur had been a brute to her.
He must do something, he did not yet know what, for the protection of Mrs. tailleur.
He had turned at the sound of a skirt trailing, and he saw that Mrs. tailleur had come back into the lounge.
Mrs. tailleur had removed herself from the corner where they had hemmed her in.
He would have condemned the stress of it, but that Mrs. tailleur's voice pleaded forgiveness for any word she chose to utter.
On their way to the boats they passed Mrs. tailleur sitting on the beach in the sun.
It need not have taken quite so long if I could have persuaded Mrs. tailleur to think a little of her own advantage.
Mrs. tailleur has been very kind to you, and you want to leave her.