Ethel M Dell: 2 books

Chops the setter was puzzled. He had been following his mistress about in his faithful way throughout the whole of that hot July afternoon, and he had fathomed the fact that she was preparing for a visitor. He even half-suspected that he knew who the visitor would prove to be. But none the less was...

"My dear Maud, I hope I am not lacking in proper pride. But it is an accepted—though painful—fact that beggars cannot be choosers." Lady Brian spoke with plaintive emphasis the while she drew an elaborate initial in the sand at her feet with the point of her parasol.