"Why
aren't you asleep, sir?" said a Cossack who was sitting under a wagon.
If he did, these domestic activities were privately performed, and he presented to the world the appearance of a careless and hospitable millionaire strolling into his own drawing-room with the detachment of an invited guest, and saying: "My wife's gloxinias are a marvel,
aren't they?
"
Aren't you rather yellow?" asked Dorothy, looking at him critically.
"By the bye," she continued, looking at him critically, "you are rather a surprising person,
aren't you?"
Well, Anne, your things are very pretty, and very suitable to your position in life,
aren't they, Jane?
Nay, nay, I
aren't goin' to bother mysen about Dutchmen.
The men said: "
Aren't you ashamed of yourself for overloading that poor donkey of yours and your hulking son?"
"No," said the farrier, with bitter sarcasm, looking at the company generally; "and p'rhaps you
aren't pig-headed; and p'rhaps you didn't say the cow was a red Durham; and p'rhaps you didn't say she'd got a star on her brow--stick to that, now you're at it."
"But
aren't you going to pick me any dindledums, after all?"
"
Aren't you rather sorry you chucked painting?" asked Hayward.
"My dear child, I give you my most solemn word of honour those
aren't eggs.
"
Aren't you afraid to let the wind low like that on your neck?