"Will you come up-stairs?" said Alice, when she perceived that her father had finished his tea.
"Perhaps that will be best," said he. Then he followed her into the drawing-room in which the fire had just been lit.
"Alice," said he, "I must speak to you about this engagement of yours."
"Won't you sit down, papa? It does look so dreadful, your standing up over one in that way." He had placed himself on the rug with his back to the incipient fire, but now, at her request, he sat himself down opposite to her.
"I was greatly grieved when I heard of this at Vavasor."
"I am sorry that you should be grieved, papa."

"Will you come upstairs?" said Alice.
"Perhaps that will be best," said he, and followed her into the drawing-room. "Alice, I must speak to you about this engagement."
"Won't you sit down, papa? It does look so dreadful, your standing up over one in that way." He had stood with his back to the fire, but now he sat down.
"I was greatly grieved when I heard of this."
"I am sorry that you should be grieved, papa."
