It shocked me that this little film we made in Torrance, California, connected with people abroad.
“When you left Hetty and me alone we understood it was because Mr. Torrance was waiting for you,” she said.
Torrance strode to an open window and blew a silver whistle.
"That's a compliment to the rest of us," said Torrance, who sat on the other side.
Torrance said nothing whatever, and his silence was significant.
"Erskine is filling his house too, I suppose," Torrance said.
Miss Torrance has, of course, a nice appreciation of what is becoming.
Accordingly these two went on ahead in very close talk, and Torrance and I brought up the rear.
“If it is convenient, Mr. Torrance would like to speak to you,” she said.
“This is Mr. Torrance, Harold,” said Mr. Compton as they entered.