What was the trouble about, dear?

“It’s all right, dear,” she said.

“Are you going out, dear?” his wife said.

“If you see Nick, dear, will you tell him his mother wants to see him?” his wife said.

Dear, I don’t think, I really don’t think that anyone would really do a thing like that.

“Aren’t you going back to work, dear?” asked the doctor’s wife from the room where she was lying with the blinds drawn.