Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Doubtless you know his monographs in Medieval Byways.
And not being alone with you.
I knew there'd be another muddle. I'm always right.
I'll deal with him myself.
Oh, it's wonderful! Simply ripping.
How much is...? Who do I give the sovereign to?
Gather round, everybody.
He's terrible. A most unpromising youth. So unlike his sister.
- George would tell Mr. Emerson. - He would tell no one.
- Cecil?! - We met some Emersons in Florence.
I'm sorry.
Would you, Mr. Beebe, kindly tell Mr...
And I know where things can lead.
We'll both be as silent as the grave.
Well, she gets on my nerves.
Dear, I'm so sorry, I don't seem to have any small change. Could you...?
It's such a blessing, don't you see?
- No, I'm afraid not. - As a student of human nature like myself?
Have you told him about him?
Come away from the window!
No, you must have a view, too.
And, as I've said before, I am to blame.
0ur neighbor and friend, Sir Harry 0tway,
- I've no idea what you mean. - Everyone must understand.
- Do read it. - Not while Mr. Emerson is entertaining us.
- Freddy, pay the cab. - No, I must. I absolutely insist.
No, my dear, you will do no such thing.
Nothing to do with sitting on the ground.
Of course, London has its own character,
Is it a thing or a person when Freddy sings?
Why are you going to Greece?
I want you to be supremely happy.
Oh, dear. I am sorry. What a nuisance I am!
And there he is undergoing a... trial by fire before the Sultan.
Do we find happiness so often that we should turn it away?
If I may say so, I'm certain you've done the right thing.
I don't require you to fall in love with my boy, but please help him.
Cio tuttol
The doctor has ordered her special bread, but we can take that with us.
but I happen to know it was the young man's.
Lucy, it's still light enough for another set.
However, I fear I've faltered and need some help from outside.
I heard her beautiful playing.
You love George.
at the side of the everlasting why, there is a yes.
Lucy!
Friends of mine? The joke is to come.
Why does Italy make lady novelists reach such summits of absurdity?
Oh, dears. Look away!
My wishes are unimportant compared with yours.
How are you now?
...we accept his offer?
Love!
I was only told last Sunday.
By going off the track, you get to know the country,
Yes, I do. I've got it. It was Emerson.
I have no profession. My attitude - quite indefensible -
This is the Sacred Lake.
- It's only a library book of Cecil's. - Well, pick it up.
Miss Bartlett, you wouldn't stop us, not if you understood.
Good idea. Get your hat and coat and I'll take you.