Prissie drew in her breath when she heard they were to sleep together in the big bed in the spare room.
He didn't like to owe anything to other people, not even to Prissie.
She thought of Prissie's face, dark and restless, never clear, never still.
After what she had done for Prissie, if she had a dying wish—But neither of them had thought of her.
Prissie wheeled herself out of the study into the drawing-room, beckoning Harriett to follow.
Prissie, I wish you'd tell me how you manage it, I wouldn't tell a soul.'
He had been in love with this Walker woman, and Prissie had known it.
Now, Prissie, before we leave York you must make us a visit.
Don't look shocked, Prissie, epitaphs can be very amusing sometimes.
For four years Prissie's letters came regularly every month or so, then ceased abruptly.